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. ….

18June2017

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I woke up at quarter to seven without setting the alarm clock. Lying on bed I saw a clear cloudy sky while the midnight rain stopped. I immediately climbed up to the rooftop to paint. At the rooftop I found only a few patches of water gathering at the shallows of the floor. Further at sea, I saw the mountain range revealing the growing plantation in tonal greens, attempted me to depict instantly. I carefully sketched the details with color pencil to distinct various sections of the plantation. Since the big brush worked undesirably that I try the medium size to capture the floating clouds, which were dispersing on the pale grey sky. However the purplish grey remained a headache to mix while the paper refuse to absorb but merged the washy paint to flatten the tones. Then I began to suspect neither the thickness of the paper, nor the quality of the brushes coping with the new color palette, while I blamefully struggled to find out the cause of my retrograde painting skill. …

17June2017

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Thunderstorm woke me at midnight while ember and red rain thunderstorm follow. Rain stopped at dawn but I linger on bed waiting for the alarm clock to ring. Through the window of my bedroom, I saw a pale grey cloudy sky protruding misery scenery down blow the seascape. I wearily climbed up to the rooftop to paint after checking the prospective leaking areas of the house. Arriving at the rooftop, I found the flooding situation on the roof floor was not as bad as the previous mornings. So I set up to paint with no desire to care about the chaotic condition around me. Gloomy sky shaded most of the strong rays casting onto the scenery that details on the mountains revealed clearly. So I took out the color pencils to sketch as much detail as I could see and paint with watercolor trying to race with the light intensity, which might solidify the shapes of the mountains. Though I used a larger brush to paint, but cloud is always difficult to capture, and perhaps I should paint on the heavier paper for the washy paints to absorb before they merge to fad. Meanwhile, clusters of clouds condensed to fall as rain, leaving a sheer of pale grey flattening the sky…. and boats on the seawater pulled off shore to began a busy day.