The two selected paragraph from Seminar Writing—————
“The sound still floating over my mind, I can still hear the water wave’s echoes flap on the reefs. The beach never settled. I stuck on the feeling of the salty winds blowing above my hairs, with hidden hums whispering to my ears. There is not much light to observe while seating on the trunk wood at evening. But the views blend into blue, the color of marine, whichever surrounds me. I felt embraced in my little imaginations. The mood in Milwaukee never stops reflecting on my memories. The past few years of my high school life retraced my directions of future. The incredible things I met there taught me to remember every single precious moment in my life. The memories were rooted in me.”
“After the reunion with my friends, I was always looking for the other exit to spread my feeling of loneliness. I decided to do art. Luckily, I have found so much joy while I was dedicated to the world of arts. To do art made my life seems much more exciting. I grew up in the new vision of seeing things, with switching around my perspectives; I learned to accept the flaws and to change myself. It was another late night working before the graduations week. I sensed more than the other working days. The brushes in my hands were soft and lightsome, every single draw on the board told me a story about the painting in front me. The smells of acrylic paints woke me up, it felt like a gallon of gasoline was boiled and pour into the container with something else chemical. I slowed down my speed, and the lines went smooth, it was like the painting is close to being finished. I traced on the same pictures and never add anything to it, overlapping. I was a revealer who’s trying to reimage the scenes inside of my head. As I was closed to finish the painting, I had discovered a place for me to go. When I settled in the world of art, I felt who I was. My wonders took me to the further place, and it was meaningful. I picked up my guts from fears of being alone. The night that I painted, I found my prayer was answered.”
I will mail these precious postcards to Leeuwarden, the city that one of my best friends lives in Netherland. I want to mail them to her because I always share my feelings and my journeys with her. She’s my best listener and supporter.
I have record my moods and feelings within these little postcards, through the colors and the textures; each one of these postcards relates to a specific memory, but I express these memories obscurely. I learned to accept the past whether it’s good or bad. Through sharing memory, this makes my memories more clear and profound, and these memories become more precious from the others.
I would still be doing project that includes painting or sculpture. And I wondered what would the people whoever get this mail from us react when we mail these postcards out, I think it could be interesting too.
