蓝色的爱

很多人问我， 什么是蓝色的爱？其实我自己也不是很明白......对我而言， 爱就代表红色...鸿烈的红色...带来人们的勇敢...勇敢地去爱.......虽然，爱可以让人憔悴，让人受伤，但这只是爱的负面。

所谓的蓝爱，是一个前所未有的爱，是一个不一般的爱。蓝色带来的一种冷，一种平静， 让一个爱的热烈的人感受冻的滋味........爱一个人很简单....但真真去爱一个人比大家想象中的不容易......蓝色的爱就让人冷静地去爱，同时也享受爱的味道.....

光与暗，雨在下，
雨后蒲公英生长。
爱在碧蓝的海上，
在我心里却死亡.....

让我与你共舞，
让我心里勇敢。
梁山伯与祝英台，
乃是传说中的爱？
我不明白.......爱.......

光与暗，天在哭，
成双恋人的共舞，
徘徊心里的一处....
默默一个人在哭.......

何谓爱？
接受彼此蓝色的爱，不一般的爱。
我的华语很烂.......对不起.....别笑我哦......PLEASE

Rose

Roses are often described as ladies...one with such elegance and grace that it is almost seductive with lust.....
How many of colors of roses had we reached out for?There is the White Rose, one that would represent pure yet states the unchaste.The Black Rose, given a stench aura of the death...falling its
petals one by one, giving off a tempting look....Not to mention the Blue Rose, a seductive yet uncommon breed...gazing long enough will trigger a never ending trap.
Yet to discover the Yellow Rose, common on the outside...but mysterious in the inside..itching every man's heart to try to unfold every petals.Moreover the Orange Rose, looking alike of the yellow...a sexy presence fills one mind...engaging madness into men's thought.
Nevertheless, the Purple Rose, every bit of the look nor the heart gives a poisonous jab to seduce...
Speak of the devil, The temptress, The Red Rose, different angle represents different point of lust, blood red lips of temptation, seduction of the Succubus...The last of the maiden, The Green Rose, emerald color turning an effect of The Diamond In The Rough, engraved rareness even upon the looks of gods...


Every lady is a rose...Lustrous look and seductive body, giving off a tempting aura....However, the thorns are what that matters....Which rose are you?

Painting

I have awaken from my long lasting sleep of watercolor in the specs of drawing...at long last I had invest a mouth watering sum to approach the field of oil painting.
Oil painting is a much much more harder aspect of art..The delicate color can evolve into something that watercolor could not achieve. All to invest is a little care and patience.
The linseed oil is a medium to dilute a color to enable smoothness when applied on the canvas. Turpentine is used to dissolve any color on the brush and varnish is applied once the painting is dried....Although it sounds like watercolor, the strength to control is precise and any further disturbance is ought to spoil the mood...however the chance to redo and redo again has exceed the limits of watercolor's boundaries, giving the artist a 'second chance'


The 'Chili' was my first oil painting and the 'Sunflower' was my second. The 'Eagle' and the 'Blue Bird' was both of my products of watercolor....The difference of both mediums will resonate to a different view as watercolor is supposed to be more blurry and oil should be more realistic...Anyone who would love to give it a try should consider it as it is not half bad....

Pinot Noir

Pinot Noir....A delicate yet mischief variety of the species Vitis Vinifera.
The devil's fruit it was known...how much of blood and sweat have been placed into it...such restrictive conditions for its growth, every weather changed will often result of tears in the eyes of they who grow.
In result of the difficulty to grow....Pinot Noir earned its reputation with Joel Fleischman of Vanity Fair describes Pinot noir as "the most romantic of wines, with so voluptuous a perfume, so sweet an edge, and so powerful a punch that, like falling in love, they make the blood run hot and the soul wax embarrassingly poetic."Master Sommelier Madeline Triffon calls pinot "sex in a glass".Peter Richardsson of OenoStyle christened it "a seductive yet fickle mistress!"
How very seductive as described.....would thy care for a bite?

The younger the better known Pinot Noir wine...less tannin on the lips, more taste in your mouth
Applying the aroma reminiscent of black cherry, raspberry or currant.One could not resist and yet sacrifice time and gold on such devastating moment

Cheers!

Déjà vu

Did some of us wake up and having a feeling of this happened before?
How long will this last....how far will I go...worst come to worst......what will remain of me....
I always have the feeling of dreaming of the undreamed, knowing of the unknown, but now I am but an empty shell...I have tried and tried...I could not escape from it.....no matter how hard I go....Something keeps pulling me back..
The Déjà vu will cost me my excitement....how much more can I taste the sense of excitement...the freshly taste in the morning..whispering 'Today will be a good day' rather than 'The train of boredom has yet to put a stop'