This is an experiement trying to put together things learned in both the pencil drawing and pastel classes. I purposely chose some cosmetic bottles of simple shape but different colours so that I could concentrate on the colouring and the 3-D aspect.
A MaDonald's cup and a (Tim Hortons?) donut. My two classmates didn't come last week so I got to do a quick sketch on these in order for them to catch up.
I have to say I can hardly manage these plaster casts, but will have to stuck with it for a while -- from now on, we will start with working out all the facial features, and then hands, legs, etc. Then, we wil combine all them together to draw a real person!
Every week during drawing classes, it's a time to tell me why I am not a civil engineer at the end.
An experiment with black paper.
A pot of flowers. I hope it's not that difficult to figure it out.
This is a sketch so it's supposed to be rough. The problem is, when others could finish three, I could only complete this one.
View from my new room, from monitoring the main street to monitoring the secondary school.
My new room. The setting is more or less the same as the old one, except it's a few feet bigger because of the "window platform". It suddenly becomes huge!
Local playwright and actress Wong Wing-sze wrote and acted a one-person show called 破地獄與白菊花 (My Grandmother's Funeral; the Chinese literally means "breaking through hell and white flowers"). It's currently re-running (if not yet ended) at the HK Rep's Blackbox Theatre.
Wong has a family even bigger than ours, and they run a family business of carrying out traditional Chinese ritual at funerals.
Starting by telling us why she's called Wong Wing-sze, Wong told us secrets and traditions of these might be superstitious rituals. More importantly, however, she shared with us her memories with her grandma, at different stages of life, till her grandma went to another world. I remember she told us her grandma couldn't remember her name all her life cause she had three granddaughters born on the same year. (Sara, Rose and Belinda, you are lucky!) Nonetheless, despite she's old, she could still spot Wong from a distance even when she's supposed to be a snail at a children's play.
It's the kind of show that made you laughed your head off at the beginning, but went downhill afterwards to leave you a little bit sense of sadness at the end. Wong won the best actress award that year for the show.
These days, from time to time, the last scene when Wong singing the song "the Person on the Moon" to remember her grandma simply comes to my mind.
* 破地獄, Breaking through Hell, is a kind of ritual for people who died young (young as in not over 70 or so); 白菊花, a kind of white flower, is really the flower, not any ritual, I think.
I remember when Grandpa's in hospital, I was alarmed every time the phone rang, especially when it rang at odd times.
This round when Grandma's in hospital, not only the phone got me alarmed, but all the emails and beep sounds of chat room put me on guard too.
Usually, it's the "adults" who tell us "kids" what happen in the family. Or, I should say we "overhear" them. This time, since all the "adults" are in Edmonton for Grandma's birthday, this communication channel collapses and we have to rely on our own.
It's Derek who chatted me and told me Grandma's in hospital and gone. Crystal is my "Facebook Watcher" who summarizes things she reads from FB and overhears from her parents and emails me from time to time while I can't really access FB at office. It's Rose who keeps us updated on the latest arrangement via email, and asks us via FB our stories with Grandma so that she can prepare her speech at Grandma's funeral.
Some may say the internet puts people apart, but it sure is the vehicle that holds us together, even during difficult times.
