Julia Stegnvr
Inspired by a post of Starbucks and Jane Austin.
Apr 29, 2009
Apr 28, 2009
A dream I had this morning
I didn't really know what happened between this old man and me.
He was sitting there on that sofa silently as usual.He is too old and ill, hard to say a word to others. There was a flash of sparkle in his eyes when he saw me appearing in front of him.
He opened his mouth slightly, trying to tell me something.
I know he is trying to remember the rhythm of the song.
I brought along his old cello of which the neck was already broken.
I sat down besides him and put the cello to his arms.
"Urgh...it..broke..."
"I'm sorry about that..", I felt the bitterness in my heart.
He touched the cello quiveringly , fiddling on the string and bowing with his powerless hands. Some scattered tones jumped to my memory. His body couldn't afford more. I remmebered the rhythm completely now. I realised the relationship between him and me. But I know the end of his life will come right soon. After the last tone on his cello, he was gone, in my arms.
My tears fleed out.
He was sitting there on that sofa silently as usual.He is too old and ill, hard to say a word to others. There was a flash of sparkle in his eyes when he saw me appearing in front of him.
He opened his mouth slightly, trying to tell me something.
I know he is trying to remember the rhythm of the song.
I brought along his old cello of which the neck was already broken.
I sat down besides him and put the cello to his arms.
"Urgh...it..broke..."
"I'm sorry about that..", I felt the bitterness in my heart.
He touched the cello quiveringly , fiddling on the string and bowing with his powerless hands. Some scattered tones jumped to my memory. His body couldn't afford more. I remmebered the rhythm completely now. I realised the relationship between him and me. But I know the end of his life will come right soon. After the last tone on his cello, he was gone, in my arms.
My tears fleed out.
Apr 25, 2009
Apr 22, 2009
Apr 20, 2009
I shan't
I shan't stop practising
I shan't stop seeking
I shan't stop drawing
I shan't stop thinking
I shan't stop dreaming
I shan't stop working for it
I shall never give up
until the fat lady sing
I shan't stop seeking
I shan't stop drawing
I shan't stop thinking
I shan't stop dreaming
I shan't stop working for it
I shall never give up
until the fat lady sing
Apr 18, 2009
Untitled
My clubmate Shuang just opened a photo studio at her home.I painted this for her.
pen, watercolor on paper
Apr 17, 2009
Apr 13, 2009
Apr 9, 2009
Angelina Jolie
Apr 8, 2009
Apr 7, 2009
Al and Patrick talking
Patrick had a dinner with us at our home last Saturday.The two geeks talked til midnight.:-)
This is a quick sketch of them.
Apr 6, 2009
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