24June2017

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Thick clouds overlaid the smattering pinkish sky at dawn. It was a warm and gloomy morning while drizzle paused. I hurryingly climbed to the rooftop to paint after the brief exerciser in bed. The view I observed from the door of the hut had not change except the formation of the cloud clusters floating upon the sky. I eagerly worked on the Somerset paper confidently trying to achieve the effects of the floating clouds. But the brush I chose to use seem to be too small for me to splash large stokes when depicting the big clusters, which shapes transformed before I could change to use a bigger sized brush. The casting tones on the mountain range followed the traversing clouds, making me busy subsisting the hues from cold to warm, from intense to dilute. The sun broke though the clouds to shine radiantly to swap the atmospheric tones of the scenery, while eventually I found the picture result in  painted almost monochrome blue.

23June2017

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Daytime is long in the middle of the year. I woke before neither dawn nor the alarm. After almost a couple of weeks of rainy days since tropical cyclone Merbok left us, I felt less pain on my spine when I get out of bed in the dry morning. So instead of checking the water leaking areas in the house, I took my laundry with me to the rooftop. The roof floor was dry and bright, and therefore the first thing to do was to put the laundry in the washing machine before starting to paint. I did not change the painting location, but immediately set up to paint when I saw the sun peeped timidly through the thick clouds casting light tinting the linings of the clouds pinkish upon the blue sky. Since I felt disappointed with the Japanese Rice paper, I found a piece of 300g Somerset print making paper to work on. Breezy blew wafting the chipping whistle of the birds while thick clouds floated in shading the mountain range below, and poured as rain instantly. The shower did not last long but the thin clouds remain. Though the intensified daylight kept varying the tones of the scenery from time to time, I enjoyed working attentively with the Somerset paper, which seemed to absorb paints better than those papers I used before. The sun rose to cast radiating ray on earth and the laundry was almost done, and perhaps it was the perfect time to pack.

22June2017

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Pinkish clouds appeared behind the mountain range at dawn. The sea view was clear under the cloudy sky while the water was calm. Flocks of birds chipped loudly, cheering for the resuming sunshine, echoing to the noise of the garbage track toiling busily at the chute, and escalating the rotten smell to pervade in the air. Arriving at the rooftop, I swept the roof floor slightly and start to paint in front of the hut. Without preparing a new set of watercolor paper, I continued to test the Japanese rice paper (月宮殿) with the new watercolor palette. I anxiously used a medium size brush to paint the mountain range without sketching the view with color pencil, hoping to capture the pale tones before the intensified daylight might alter them. But when I laid down the washy paint, it immediately dilutes to diffuse on the paper merging the drawn outline into patches of tints. Then instead of splashing stokes of paints, I carefully drawn each of the sections because I suspected the Japanese rice paper might one the uncooked types in the category. Swift Clouds floated across the sky silently without changing the color tones on the mountains while I was painting them subconsciously. Meanwhile a few chattering sounds wafted from the podium of the estate, where the housewife setting off to the market.

21June2017

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Dark clouds hung low upon the tops of the mountain range at dawn. Lightening flashed while thunder follows to roar. I carried my weary body to get of bed and check the leaking areas of the house to make sure no serious damages were cause by the ember rain thunderstorm of the previous night. Without setting the painting location at the rooftop, I sat on the stool by the side of the hut to repeat the same view again because I got fad up to care about the expected ponding scene on the roof floor. Since the pile of thin watercolor paper was used up that I try to paint on the Japanese rice paper (月宮殿), to text the manipulating result of the new color palette, which honey consistence is the major aspect of the brand. Undesirably, the paper did not absorb but diffuse the paints to become patches of tints….

20June2017

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I woke at dawn waiting for the alarm to ring in bed. I got out of bed not feeling pains but effortless on my spine. Through the window of my bedroom, I saw a pale grey sky in flimsy clouds. So I steadily climbed up to the rooftop to paint. Wearily I moved the stool beyond the hut under the shelter to avoid the patches of shallow waters scatter on the floor. Clouds began to suspend low upon the mountain ranges revealing the layers of them clearly. I picked up a small brush to depict each of the layers attentively and wash it from time to time to avoid muddy hue. Without Prussian blue on the new palette, I found it difficult to mix distinctive bluish grey for the clouds thickly pervading the sky. Meanwhile rain fell again to disperse the cluster of clouds changing the phenomenal dramatically. Soon the sky became clear again while a small fishing boat pulled gently returning to shore on the quiet seawater vitalizing the gloomy atmosphere of the morning. …

19June2017

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The alarm woke me and I get out of bed at the second ring. It was dry and gloomy at sea, so I climb to the rooftop to paint after some pains release exercisers. The rooftop ponded with some patches of water, which did not bother me because I have coated waterproof paints on the floor before the moonsoon season began. To aovid wetting my feet, I remained to paint near the door of the hut. Meanwhile, thick clouds floated in to suppend low on to the mountian tops shading those at the rear, and then rain followed like cats and dogs. I splashed paints with a medium size brush trying to capture the thick clouds with intensed hues, but the paper refused to absorb and disperase to fad. So I tinted the top of the paper with bluish grey for the cloudy sky and start to paint the mountians at sea, which was disapperaing behind the rainy vapor. I saw the tonal change dramatrically as the intensity of the daylight change while the clouds condensed to fall and some other float in to shade the sky again. I felt out of my wits neither to chase the powerful phenomomeal natual nor to revert the painted images…. Rain eventually cleared the sky and stop. ….

19June2017

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The alarm woke me and I get out of bed at the second ring. It was dry and gloomy at sea, so I climb to the rooftop to paint after some pains release exercisers. The rooftop ponded with some patches of water, which did not bother me because I have coated waterproof paints on the floor before the moonsoon season began. To aovid wetting my feet, I remained to paint near the door of the hut. Meanwhile, thick clouds floated in to suppend low on to the mountian tops shading those at the rear, and then rain followed like cats and dogs. I splashed paints with a medium size brush trying to capture the thick clouds with intensed hues, but the paper refused to absorb and disperase to fad. So I tinted the top of the paper with bluish grey for the cloudy sky and start to paint the mountians at sea, which was disappearing behind the rainy vapor. I saw the tonal change dramatrically as the intensity of the daylight change while the clouds condensed to fall and some other float in to shade the sky again. I felt out of my wits neither to chase the powerful phenomomeal natual nor to revert the painted images…. Rain eventually cleared the sky and stop. ….