TO DAISY
All the beauty seems to be frozen in that blurry drizzle of a night, a slight starlight, moist air and busy streets. I was drawn into the romantic blue dreamscape.
60*80cm | Oil Painting | 2020
“His Dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. But he did not know that it was already behind him.” - The Great Gatsby
I'm chasing something too, like Daisy.
60*80cm | Oil Painting | 2020
Bright and gorgeous, the fireworks seemed to light up the whole world. Like all the precious things, it faded so fast. Everything after felt dark.
60*80cm | Oil Painting | 2020
60*80cm | Oil Painting | 2020
It was in the early autumn, getting cold slowly. He put his coat on my shoulder. It was a white and green plaid shirt, cotton with a thin layer of plush, soft and comfortable. I plucked a small pink flower carefully by the roadside and put it in the pocket before returning it to him. I feel like I was around the petals of a blossom rain.