You know, I have to show something in the painting, although nowadays I'm not sure what the definition of painting is when things are blurry more and more and called it as “complication. Since the color of the one I am working on is just B&W, then I chose the texture as the main part (SURELY besides some basic elements, like composition, space etc) which is one of the language of painting, which is not fresh anymore but still many people's favorite, which I was against and thought it’s just small trick.

Currently I haven't found anything strong to contradict what I said. I will work on looking for a sound theoretical base to support me later, it’s not about confidence, it’s just a game – I like to watch people to argue, it’s inside this time though.

But I have been tortured by making texture!!! Like Pollock denied the “accident�, yes, for showing something looks accidental and natural, I have to do something very anti-nature.

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多余的胶矾水�想浪费，就把“文�公主��出���刷锅水。她总是�我的刷锅水，�两天��旧的基底，底色��得扔就索性也把“文�公主��出�清碗。“文�公主�是我的第一张工笔作业，为这张作业我旷课起�一周，撕掉了无数的熟宣，并将其�得五花八门，甩得四分五裂，那份豪迈狂野�气�山河。所幸这张作业完�的还好，最好的地方其实这两天被我�了，就是在纸背�刷底色的时候，没想到纸已��矾了，脖颈�裙�部分，那完美的罩色，就这样破掉了— 真是“�旧�了。

过去有人问我为什么�喜欢用“快感�这个�儿�没什么，��我爱。现在画画儿就没太多快感，以���实实临摹传统的时候倒是心惊肉跳，快感逼人呢。这几天总�磨��花点�画儿，起�技术上的，现在很多人�讲“创��，作��符�，我还是�旧迷�技术的美感。

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"the adventures of picasso" , I have been looking for this film for yeeeears! Having fight with my boyfriend today, I was in a bad mood. But Thank God He still loves me 上天待我�薄:P

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If you feel bored, then watch some dvds or read a novel, like you used to do. Or go to sleep when you feel like it, you can take a sleeping pill if you aren't sleepy. Work harder, deadlines are coming and you need some money to do those things you want.

Remind yourself you felt empty when you were in that bar - carve that into your mind, because it's a sign that something must be wrong with the rhythm of your life. It’s a cool place, and you met a few cool people too, but it's not so cool when you’re not in the mood, when you feel lost, when the beer tastes bitter.

And this is the start of picking something back up, little by little. At least, don’t go there for a while, how about one month? Anyway, it’s your call, I won’t repeat myself, I will get sick of reminding you again and again.

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