Sunday, February 18

• The musty smell of an old cellar exuding from my boots, which have started to leak.
• The lines of light framing the curtains

• The overlapped shades of blue-grey and violet at teh bottom of the cloudy sky. A small circle of sky, and then the bright warm colors of the upper clouds. 

• The circle of fire breaking through behind the skeletal tree

• In the puddle, a shimmering reflection of a linear tree trunk and a spot of pink light. The asphalt surrounding it is crisscrossed by lines of fading water, like the drying brushstrokes of the old men practicing calligraphy in the Beijing parks. Two types of abstarct mark making juxtaposed...

• The thin ribbon of golden light behind the palm tree. A little bit of cool light extends up the branches.