Copperas Pond, the Adirondacks, NY, Summer, 2009 This is my favorite spot in this Adirondack trip. There is no beautiful house, only a rustic lean-to for public hikers. This pond is about 0.5 miles hike from route 86, which makes it peaceful. Many of the lakes we visited this time have some part or most part of them marked as "private property" and are not open to public. There are intangible forests, beautiful mansions, private roads and docks. I was amazed that people are so omnipotent that nature can be owned by individuals. Sitting by the shining water, surrounded by singing trees and silent mountains, bathed in warm summer breeze, watching fishes and huge tad poles swimming, and looking for handsome rocks and rotten tree logs, I decided to give up the dream to live by a lake with an open view. Nature is much more beautiful not to be owned by anyone.
Adirondack Loj Road, the Adirondacks, NY, Summer 2009 on our way driving back Mt. Jo, we saw sunset and pulled over to paint. quickly we got out the stuff and began to race with the sunlight. it was dark after about 40 minutes and we were forced to finish our paintings. when we got to look at each other's work after arriving the cottage, it was very interesting to see how different we did at the same spot in the same time period. art! I screamed~~~ it is not so much to do with the outcomes but the processes. oh my god. it is so personal. everything can be an art especially when we do it "like that". I think. I don't have words for "that". but "that" is a precious experience and "that" made me still quite excited.
Visitor Interpretive Center, Paul Smith, NY, Summer, 2009
Bear Mountain, NY, Early Spring, 2007
Venice, Italy, 2007 This is my first plein-air oil painting. Inspired by John Singer Sargent's painting exhibition in Venice. I did it in the rain with one hand holding an umbrella. The rain kept washing away water soluble oils. It was a frustrating experience. But looking at it after a couple years from then, I think I like the effect caused by the rain.
NY, Summer, 2010 it was a sunny afternoon. colors jumped dancing blindly as soon as baby began to cry. woods waved bye-bye and the shed yielded "quick! fire!"
