Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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It is so exciting when randomly I find out some artists who have the same obsession like i do. We're somehow playful human being with curiosity all the time. Even living in this filthy, crowded shitland, there are some fellows who always know the way back to their matrix of inspiration and creation. The place that gifted by god and our mother nature.






Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Bubble man





















toyland is my wonderland

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Friday, July 31, 2009

Her way



It was a breezy sunny weekend hanging out with my friends around Brick Lane. Streets were crowded and boisterous as usual. We went to several s designer's shops we periodically go, but there was nothing quite special.



Then we decided to turn into a alley we probably have been there a few times, Surprisingly found this stylished designer with her shop. She is originally from Spain and her garments are all made with a sort of spanish passion--vivid colors like ocean blue with bloody red, golden with malachite green. All of her designs are cute and delicate at the same time. I asked her about taking a picture of her since she really did catch up my eyes, she appreciated. So, that's the photo I took for her, love her facial expression a lot.



Monday, July 20, 2009

I don't have a heart



while walking around


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Futurism Hippie







Wanna go back to 60s, 70s, I just feel like it was much better than now.

Monday, June 22, 2009

New life at Wapping


My greatest roommate ever.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Illusion


Are you coming to me to steal my eyes away?

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Alice



Alice
lost her face
in wonderland
My grandma
found her
 in the black forest
and she gave her
a mirror face.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Stalking






I was following you on the street
You don't know me
didn't even notice me
You look like my grandmother
I know she's sleeping at that time
she's been waiting for me to go back home
I miss her so much

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

北国

北方近海,风大,稍微轻薄的事物,都会被海风吹得飘上天去
北国的女儿,取了一根结实的麻绳
一头攥在手里,一头系在海天相接的五彩地平线上
海风呼啸起来,她兴奋地逆着风向狂奔
头发里的星星就飘到了空中,于是云母就用毛毡把他们黏住
呼啦啦声声作响,她手中麻绳系着的风筝
飞在天上成了月亮



hmmm, this little piece of work is handmade and 3 dimensional.
"Morphing souls"

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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Thus the promethean spark returns
To its dismantled fount

In pitchblende orchards grew the holy fruit
Sweet atom fissioned in its foetal center
To fate's twin death-birth

High frequency of wrath
Has made rock run like oil
Steel boil to vapor

Atomic deity
Bombard my heart at will
With neutrons of your truth
Transform my eyes to yellow nitric stars
I secretly accept with wisdom of the dove
My death and resurrection

Monday, June 8, 2009

My muse


 Roxy, she is definitely my muse.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Why London


It seems like anyone who has been to London must take a picture of London eye. It seems like a souvenir which people want to have from London. The London Bridge and London eye is always crowded, full of tourists and people who look lost in the crowds. Well, this picture of the London eye is my least favorite picture I've taken since I came to London, but others like it. I haven't figured it out what's so special about The London eye, maybe we all have a desire of being at a spot upon off the ground and take a look at everything down there, to have a obscure feeling of manipulation.