From an imaginary Indian trip

Cafe Hawelka

Cafe Hawelka in Wien

A afternoon in old Hawelka with a cup of coffee,
look at viennese who already lived in this city for last whole century.
Vienna is always a mystery for me.
Tool: black ink, water color

Ketch-up-icecream

Ketch-up-icecream
Tool: ink, watercolor

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon
Tool: watercolor

Sunset of Paris

Sunset of Paris
Tool: black ink, water color

New York is my home, Paris is my hotel.
If every sunset whispers farewell, every street is a soft hug in the darknight, either the city is in dream, or I'm a dreamer.
Always when looking back, the beauty of Paris shines like a river, so bright that I can't open my eyes.
Indeed how many love have to vanish to mature such a city, as how much death is needed to mature a soul.
People soak themselves in wine, as if then one day, the landing could feel softer.
I know no matter where I was, where I will be, I'm always on the way back to Paris.

Straybird

Straybird - by Tagore

This life is the crossing of a sea,
Where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore,
and go to our different world.

Tool: water color

Horse in red cloak 1- the story

Cavallo

Thousands of horses line up to form an orbit on earth, running like wind.
Thousands of horses line up on the horse-orbit to form a higher orbit, running like thunder.
Horse in red cloak on the top, he is the king of all livings on earth.
No eyes can see the horse in red cloak because he is as fast as light.
By his running, wind is generated for the world, rivers are flowing, stars are raising.

Tool: pencil, watercolor

Shaka's Room

Shaka's Room
Tool: black ink, water color

Horse in red cloak 2

Cavallo with red cloak
Tool: color pencil, water color

Sheep field of Sicily, Italy

Sheep field from train, Sicily
Tool: watercolor

Cat

Cat
Tool: water color

Dracula's Moon Night

Dracula's Moon Night
Tool: black ink, water color

Street of Luxembourg

Street of Luxembourg
Tool: water color

FerrisWheel in Sunset of Lyon, France

Ferris Wheel in sunset of Lyon, France
Tool: black ink, water color

This picture dedicates to my best friend who used to be the most important person for 15 years in my childhood. Thanks for her presents in my life. For me, she is like the little fox for the little prince.

When I was a little girl, it seemed so easy to get whatever I want. And everything I like tasted sweet and true. I was once sure about all, sure about myself, thus felt good. Even I was refused on getting some spoiled love or spoiled things, I didn't feel that bad, just cried and then forgot it.

Now I'd say, it's hard to grow up. When there's nobody say 'you can't get this', that eventually means nobody is anymore responsible for passing spoiled love or spoiled things to me. I have to get them all on my own, from this world of which the rules I haven't learn well. This turns out being a truth without an always-right way to follow. And even by chance I followed a right way and got what I wished, things are not that simple anymore as before. Now I probably would keep all candies in tea-box instead of eating each one at the moment when I got it. I feel I'm responsible for every little thing I collected around me, I have to tame them, I have to be careful not losing them. There's a fear about ending of life, about losing love, about being abandoned. My world is all about me, I have no time or chance anymore to taste the simple sweetness and truth. Maybe I just forgot it.

I'm tired. I wanna my little fox.

The most tragic thing is not giving up towards love, but not giving up.

But I'm even proud of myself.

Carousel of nowhere

A lighting Carousel
Tool: black ink, water color

Florence

Sunset from train passing by Florence
Tool: water color

The light of Florence in sunset never leave my head.
It's the softest and warmest orange-color hug to all uneasy souls.
I meet you in my journey, and say goodbye in my journey.
I know that you always wait for me in your valley,
no matter what name people call you,
Florence.