Entering the beginning of autumn, the temperature was cool during the night. I woke up at dawn hearing the cicada breezing gently amongst the bushes and through the window of my bedroom I saw reddish sunrays tinting the sky pinkish from behind the mountains at sea. I relaxingly climbed up to the rooftop to paint after the routine exercise. The hazy sunshine began to light up and the birds chirp to cheer for a cool autumn morning. Planning to draft a simple sketch, I continued with the panoramic view toward the right hand side, which was further facing to the southeast. Having had the bad experience from yesterday morning, I smartly fixed my focus on the bundle of tree trunks and the large bunches of deep bushes before measuring with the scaled chopstick. Meanwhile the sun rose to casting soft rays and people sat silently on their public transport carrying them noisily on the road…
I woke at dawn. Through the window of my bedroom, I saw pink lights glittering from behind the mountains brightening up the gloomy sky. So I hurried to paint at the rooftop because the sun might rise to shine on my painting station. At the rooftop, I saw clusters of thick grey clouds floating numbly above the mountains tops while a couple of police speed boats, returning noisily to the marine quarter, leaving white bubble trails on the calm seawater. To continue with the panoramic view towards the right hand side, I shifted my position to face southeast. The scene to depict for that segment involved the corner of the concern rim where the balustrade erects on, and the end metal pillar set near to the edge of the paper. I suspected if my visual ability has become weaker because the simple perspective has taken me ages to measure. Meanwhile the sun rose above the thick clouds casting radiant rays on me and drops of sweats diffusing all over my face and body. So I thought before making a pause, I tried patiently to put down a thin layer of washy paint to keep the sketchy lines visible, nevertheless, the bright light reflected images on the surface of glass balustrade blocked the green images behind…
I woke up at dawn. Through the window of my bedroom I saw a dull grey sky. I reluctantly returned to bed unit the second clock alarm. I curiously glanced at the Chinese calendar to find that today was the “Autumn Begins” on the 24 Solar Terms that might explain why the past evenings were cool. I took my time to do the pain release exerciser assuming that the sun might not show up early upon the gloomy sky. At the rooftop, the air was clear and dry but patches of water scattering round the floor while the birds chirping all around. With no notion to tidy the mess, I set up my stool in the angle to paint the second segment on the bottom strip of the panoramic picture, which was still facing the east. As I tried to the elongate horizontally the peripheral images from the adjacent segment, perspectives did not seem to cop with the scales marked on the chopstick. To stop hesitating on the measurement I continue to depict the view with slight adjustment on the scales that might look comfortable instead of rational. Meanwhile the sun rose to shine hot rays on me, to avoid the bright light blinking my eyesight, I worked with my head down. Subconsciously sweats on my face fell on the picture and I feel sweats all over my face as well as the back of my body. Instantly I felt the heat so unbearable that a washy layer of paints on the picture was the most I could handle….
The alarm clock woke me up at dawn. Through the window of my bedroom, I saw clusters of thin clouds, in pinkish linings, floating gently above the mountain range at sea. I climbed to paint at the rooftop after the pain release exercise. After almost a week’s rainy days, the sun rose to cast radiant rays to vitalize the earth again, while the birds chirped to cheer amongst the bushes. I immediately set up my painting position to paint before the rays might become unbearable. Since the upper strip of the panoramic picture was done, to began the bottom strip I went back to depict the scene below the segment facing directly to the east. Stepping on the patch of water left behind during the night I moved the stool back to the original position. To set up a comfortable working environment, I swept the water before settling to paint. Looking at the scenery, I began to accept the existence of the balustrade, erecting right across the front, bisecting the view to become artificial. Nevertheless, the geometric form of the balustrade assisted me to depict proper perspectives when sections of the seascape become too complex to be measured with my naked eyes. Meanwhile the sun began to cast radiant rays striking my eyesight to see the view, so I quickly lay down a thin layer of washy paints and packed.
The alarm clock woke me at dawn. Through the window of my bedroom, I saw a clear baby blue sky having pinkish clouds floating above the mountaintops. I got out of bed to practice the pain release exercise before climbing up to the rooftop to paint. I subconsciously ignored the image of the balustrade when climbing up to the rooftop on the staircase, and it was perhaps the magnificent phenomenal of the sky powerfully engage my attention. The sun gently rose up to the sky behind a cluster of dark thick clouds shone to radiate pinkish lining round its edges. Though that was not the direction of the view I planned to paint, I took snapshots. To bracket the panoramic view of the picture on the right hand side, I shifted my angle to face the southeast. However, the messy framework built on the neighborhood rooftop composing a complex view, which perspective took me the whole morning to depict. Meanwhile the sun rose above the clouds casting bright light upon the deep blue sky. Working under the unbearable heat, I quickly laid down a thin layer of washy paints on the sketch and packed.
Pinkish clouds floated gently upon the pale blue sky at dawn. Birds whistled loudly urging me to get out of bed. I leisurely took my time to practice the pain release exercise before climbing to the rooftop to paint. I climbed to the rooftop finding the midnight rain stopped leaving water patches scattering around the roof floor. Without the plastic partition leaning against the neighborhood’s railing, through the gaps I saw a clear sea view and hear the mutters of the workers at the garbage chute. After inspecting the view, I shifted the position of the stool further to face the Northeast on the left hand side and continue to depict the extension of the railings. Since the view was getting near to where I sit for painting, the visual perspective becomes difficult to measure with my naked eyes. Conversely it took me ages to measure the geometric railings with the aids of the wooden chopsticks marked with scales. In such a way I found the sizes of the small islands at sea popping forward, in front of the waters lines at the foot of the mountain range behind them. Meanwhile thick dark clouds floated in to suspend low above the mountaintops and consistently condensed to fall like cats and dogs. I felt comfortable to paint in the fair humid air when it rains….
Rain fell quietly during the night and stops at dawn. The cool air woke me from my drowse when I climbed up to paint at the rooftop. Where I saw a flimsy sky and fogs suspending to shade the mountain range at sea. I did not bother with the misery seascape, because the view I planned was the extension of the railing at the edge of the neighborhood’s rooftop. So to continue with the panoramic view on the right side, I need to bring the plastic down onto the floor, which has been leaning against the railing a while ago. I immediately prepared to paint while thunder roar to bring along drizzles hitting the metal canopy above me noisily. Though measuring the geometric forms is not my cup of tea, to compose a rational panoramic picture, I need to overcome all the undesirables. Meanwhile rain fell like cats and dogs shading with view behind the railing like a sheer of chiffon curtain. So before making a pause to the picture, I patiently filled in tints of wash to identify the mountains at sea.