•     

        

        

        

         Somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond

       by E. E. Cummings
      
      Somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond
      any experience,your eyes have their silence:
      in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
      or which i cannot touch because they are too near
      
      your slightest look will easily unclose me
      though I have closed myself as fingers,
      you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
      (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
      
       or if your wish be to close me, I and
       my life will shut very beautifully , suddenly,
      as when the heart of this flower imagines
       the snow carefully everywhere descending;
      
      nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
      the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
      compels me with the color of its countries,
      rendering death and forever with each breathing
      
      (I do not know what it is about you that closes
      and opens;only something in me understands
       the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
      nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands.

             年末的时候我画出了迄今为止最喜欢的一张画。但是这是最操心的一个新年。

              花发多风雨,人生足别离。

  •     在写了4年的这个博客里迟到了很久地说一声,我毕业了。

        

        2011年的第一张,上色完毕了。裱装完毕了。送给几年来给了我莫大帮助的胡翻译官。既然你进了体制内我们就是阶级敌人了,来日若重逢,必当刀剑相迎~

        

        我好想做绘本唉。很多原来梦想着要两个人一起完成的事情,到头来终究还是要自己去做,也许上帝便是用这种方式在鞭策你冷静地向前走,直到能看到残酷尽头的风景。

         希望不都是从绝望的轮回中产生的么。

         或许这是一架奇特的机器,我们都在流放地。

  •     

       2011年第一张。

       人心如水,一去不返。你又有多少的觉悟。

     

  •     新年来了。。。我放了一卷连我都没耐心听完的鞭炮。。。我用画图工具配合笔记本触摸板画的贺图,很细腻,我很满意~

  •     

        我的封面啊,可爱啊

        

        顺便帮胡老板做了个。。。 = = 

        

        

        风骚的内页啊