Illustration Friday : "Empty"

Empty is the beginning of Fullness.

Excess, yet, leads to emptiness.

"謙受益，滿招損"

Illustration Friday this week calls for drawings on "Empty". Whew, big subject.

"Empty" is not just an important subject of art in oriental world, it is an art itself. The struggle of balance between Emptiness and Fullness founded the whole school of Eastern Philosophy, defined the standard of beauty, shaped the perfect way of living:

"謙受益，滿招損" Empty your hands, then you can receive more. Open your mind, then you can learn more. Humble your heart, then you can be blessed more. On the contrary, the arrogant and conceited would only see vain and and failing...

It is said that Confucius once made a rounded container. When filled almost full of water, it would stand gracefully balanced on the holder, yet when it is fully filled, it would overturn and spill out all the water. My submit this week is one of my study of Chinese painting which abstractly capture this spilling jar. The jar is full, thus it is empty. Because of its emptiness, it can filled and full again. Oosp...hv written too much...hope you like this post :-

Study of Color III - Landscape

Study of Color II - Blossoming Riverside

illustration Friday : "Aging"

originally I wish I have come up with sth more seriously drawn, cos' after all, it is my very first entry for illustration friday,but having give it the second thought, i still found this simple piece most able to catch my reflection on this week subject: "Aging".

actually this drawing immediately float into my mind when i saw the subject "aging". Aging walks parallel with history of mankind; everyone faces aging since our birth, no escape; thus for me. aging is one of the many faces of life, so shouldn't be afraid of, shouldn't feel bad bout it, instead we should celebrate and be grateful with all the fruits that it bore - wisdom, memories, laughter....and you name it :)

yah, we can't avoid aging, but we can choose how to face it, rite?

Impotent

Study of Color I: Impression

To outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand,
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
deep silence where the shadows cease.

Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.

And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from hte lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.

~ from "impression II - La Fuit de la lune", Oscar Wilde