Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My works from TV show "Dex Hamilton:Alien Entomologost"
Traditional layout and concerpt art: opus 1
Traditional works:opus1
Traditional works:opus2
Poster Design: Graduation Film
The Peacock and the Sparrow - location designs opus 1
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Poetry:Crossing the Bar
This poetry suggests the voyage of the future with hope.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
by Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
by Alfred Tennyson
thought of the day
Art industry is bit deviant from the conventional capital world; therefore artists must be firm inside to embrace that culture.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Quote
"Drawing, is one of the seven human intelligence yet our modern society miss to embrace it enough somehow. Drawing is like writing skill, requires to be nurtured as much. Otherwise, there is no history of the mankind in past nor in future".(Havenly, Lon)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
I like this quote..that's true regardless
Ephesians 2:8,9: For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
My favorite poetry of the day
This poetry appears in the movie "Vanity Fair".
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers
on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on,
and leaves A shining furrow,
as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou,
and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
by Alfred Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers
on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on,
and leaves A shining furrow,
as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou,
and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
by Alfred Tennyson
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