while redrawing the pictures of old masters, the students become the artists themselves. ...
I was ashamed of my "sanctimoniousness" and closed the window. The talking colors filled my room and laid the sparkling silence in the painting on above.
I looked at my creation once again. The abstract was blurred. Was there any to talk about?
I had a good time while painting, therefore I should feel the gratitude... The last is worthy the sharing out of itself! In the light of above, my visual diary maybe will interest you too. Thank you.