Sep, 12
———7:00am home
A square of pale yellow light is falling on the ceiling
Almost hard to distinguish the boundaries
from weak yellow to the blue gray of extremely low saturation
Sketching the grainy texture
While the pipe draws a fuzzy shadow, too
———-7:30am Windsor St.
The sunny morning in the early autumn
So pure sky
Sink me into the endless blue
The clouds are like cottons thrown around
Here and there, leisurely, randomly
The trees have begun to express the color of the season
A little bit warm yellow, a little bit chocolate brown
At the very edge, a little bit orange
Bathing in the breeze, shining in the sun
———12:10pm Student Center
Clear sunshine falls onto the fresh green lawn
And the profile of the beautiful lady
A golden line clearly shines alone the side of her face
And the whole lawn is enjoying the peaceful leisure
———4:15pm Lobby 10
The vast national flag of the United States of America
Waving in the breeze and afternoon sun
Time suddenly flies
slowly
It becomes translucent
The white stripe
with yellow brown in the light and light steel blue in the shades
The red stripe at the top, where close to the sky
With violet red in the light and dark magenta in the shades
The red stripe at the bottom, where close to the lawn
with bright tomato red in the light and dark red in the shades
and the blue piece
with warm blue in the light and dark steel blue in the shades
I look into the sky through
the vague texture of the weaving
And wait for
the ceremonial of solemn to come
———-18:15pm Common Room
I look at the last piece of orange light
Falling onto the brick walls
Warm, yellow, pink, bright, gentle
and peaceful
the glasses of the windows are in plain dark cyan, mixed with a little purple
reflecting the blue sky
on the other side of the courtyard there are
a row of vague pieces of orange-purple lights
like watercolors
which are the reflections of the sunset
flying from the windows and then to the wall
———-21:00pm in the tunnel of subway
The old lights are shining on the ceiling of the tunnel
Leaving a gradient lighting surface
The halo is radiant
Yellow in the center
A little pink
And gets a little blue
With tiny shadow around, showing the age of the facilities
Then to light yellow vault again
The granular texture feels so comfortable
Sep, 13
———–8:00am home
I stare at the silk-like
Little light of mine
In the orange surrounded by
The shadow of purple gray
I think my eyes are getting decent
As the scene looks as elegant as a work of watercolor rather than
A handful of dirt
———8:45am Windsor St.
The sun shine pours
A giant piece of golden yarn
On top of the
Grainy asphalt in a purple gray
While in the Fareast
The flower of garbage is shining
———-12:05pm Common Room
I hold a glass of water in my left hand which
Turns into transparent
when I swig
a big bite of the clean water in the lovely warmth of sunshine
I stare at the leaves of the plant
Which become translucent in
yellow, yellow green and lime green
In the dreamy atmosphere
in a color of gold
in a texture of metal
———-17:00pm Hayden Library
Again I sit
In the lowest nook of the room
And the tree, bathing in the soft sunshine of the warm late afternoon
Taking a nap in
Yellow green, lawn green, lime green
You name it
More orange on the top and
or, a little colder at the bottom
It is so warm and tranquil, right?
And I wonder
If it could have been held any longer
———–18:15pm Hayden Library
I still sit in the
Lowest nook of the room and
Look at the same tree which is
Turning into the color of impressionism while
The lightened part is in
Orange olive green and
The shaded part is in
Dark sea green or even
Deep steel blue
———-21:30pm Hayden Library
I look at the glass of the huge bay window
In which I can see clearly the reflections of the interior scene
Like a mirror
And the man sitting behind me
When I stare hardly
Into the almost-darkness I can distinguish the grass of the lawn
The shape of the tree, and the far street lights on the other side of Charles
And the ghost-like cars moving by
Sep, 14
———-11:30am Garden of Stata Center
I stare at Jim’s head
In the strong surreal sunlight
it is like a painting of Renoir
oh maybe I should not say that
but it is as delicate as a girl
without any strong lines or contrast
just the magic masterpiece
of the noon sunlight of Massachusetts
———-17:30pm 10-485
I stare at Anne’s face
In the noble light from the up
The up falls
A peaceful light and shadow
Onto her sculpture-like face
Classical like Ingres
Probably that is too elegant
Surreal like El Greco
Probably that is too strong
Or in between
actually it is more like Correggio
Yes it is like a painting of Correggio
Sep, 15
——– 4:00am home
Naturally I open my eyes,
Fiercely, a cold glaze
pierces into my eyes,
It makes me incapable to recognize the profiles of the surrounding
All are flattened
And succumbed into reticence
It was the mirror ruthlessly reflecting the yellow light outside,
waking me up
into endless darkness
———8:50am home
Naturally I open my eyes
The cold glaze has gone
It turns into fragments
floating in the royal blue sky
reminding me of the silver dishes of Louis XIV
too shiny and deceitful
I like the yellow wall below
Quiet and humble
nurturing the soft green vines, around its bone
——— 10:00am Mass Ave
I am grateful that the trees block the offensive blaze of the sun
The leaves have a unique translucent orange-green color
sheltering me from the capricious
giving me warmth and happiness
let me dance with them
in the most joyful shadow patterns
We are almost natural and coherent
Can you see my pace?
—— 14:00pm Common Room
Imagine there is a sun amid the metal steels
behind the grainy gray concrete hill
The sky seems neither far, nor near
The air seems heavy, and not clear
The dishes lose their shine
and become blank sheets
covering the shadowless earth
Colors are honestly telling their own names
Gray
Gray
and gray
without ambiguity or bias
almost a boring day
————18:00pm Main St.
In the morning the leaves were translucent
In the sunset the leaves are opaque
Filling the blue
Hiding the purple
Conceiting the gold
Colors have been thrown into a weak golden swirl after a gust of wind
Showing a spectrum of lights
which secretly rejoice my eyes
with the instantaneous empathy
Sep, 16
———–8:30am in the bed
A sunny morning
The morning sun paints a trapezoidal of warm yellow on the wall
Vivid, shining the whole room
The wall background gradually changes its light and shadow
And then keeps falling onto the table
To the carpet
which is composed of grains of various colors
gray, medium purple, and brown
One light rectangular, so comfortable
Like a magic stippling painting
——-9:30am Mass Ave
The beauty of sunlight seems like the flash on the pan
Now it is cloudy again
On the windows there are the reflections of trees, clouds and sky
which is diluted from the real world
On my left, the leaves are olive green, clouds are white grey, and sky is blue
On my right in the windows, the leaves are browner, clouds are greyer, though the sky
is almost the same blue
————–12:00pm Hayden Library 2nd floor
I am sitting in the tree
Surrounded by all kinds of green
The leaves seem translucent at the top
Bathing in a warm golden nostalgic atmosphere
Under the radiance of white sun rays
With the bright light cottons
Flowing slowly in the blue sky
And I feel the breeze
When the shadows are moving and shining silently
like ripples floating on the surface of water
in tranquility, and mystery
I wish if I could stay in this internal peace
And fall into deep deep meditation
For a long long time
———-17:00pm Mass Ave
The purple blue sky weaved with the white pieces of clouds
In a light yellow warm tone, while some shaded seem to be slight purple
Suspending, stretching, deformed
The edges of the clouds turn into slightly green
And a strip of pink purple orange
I feel
I see the airship coming from nowhere
flowing and spinning
as a surreal giant whale in the sky
in this strange world full of fear, unknown and farewells
———-18:40pm in the lounge room
The Charles is not peaceful any more
The strong waves weaving each other
Partly from the strong wind, partly from the reflections
Each wave changes from opaque dark sea green, to translucent light sea green
and to the white foaming spindrift
The closer area is clear with the weaving texture
And to the further, the surface looks smoother
into a dark jade green
19:10pm in Menglin’s living room
Thousands of families began to light up their little dreams
Those orange spots make the buildings almost transparent
The night just arrived
in the screen of navy blue of the sky
The river now is in a solid green color
which is extremely dark
hiding the strong waves inside
Sep, 17
———-9:30am home
The sky is in pale blue
With big pieces of cotton-like clouds scattered around
They have wheat-white profiles
And violet-gray facades
Facing me
The clouds closer to the horizon
Are darker and thicker
While those floating more highly
Are immersed into the sunshine
———10:30am Beacon Street
The bricks are so beautiful
In a historic atmosphere
Very warm, in the strong sunlight
Everything has clear light and shadow
The details emerge with meanings
The cast-iron railings
with a lengthened shadow
like a dancer showing her elegant body curves in the sun
———13:00pm Rotch Library
It is a calm noon,
The sunshine of light-goldenrod-yellow flows through the almost invisible glass
And falls on the blinds silently
On each single piece the light changes
Diffusion, reflection, and shade
sequences at the joint where the shutter meets the translucent wooden bar
With strong shading contrast and reflection of the tiny structures of the window
All the pieces array
Forming a detailed pattern of light and shade
Through which
the vague sunlight glows behind the heavy clouds and on top of the trees
———-16:40pm home
The soft afternoon light falls
Onto the gray white wall of the manufacturing building
Creating a wheat yellow orange tone
With a purple iron gray shadowy triangle
The grandpa comes
Then followed by the grandson
Both melted into the sunlight
So bright
And gradually sublime
————-18:00pm Mass Ave
The sun blossoms with golden rays
Hanging low in the sky
A giant piece of splendid light
Bright and strong, but in an atmosphere of serenity
The long long rails reflect the golden light
Some parts are orange, and even red
next to the magnificence in the magic moment
the bunch of clouds in overcast
fall asleep, when they turn into
dark irony purple blue
————-20:20pm Mass Ave
I look into the
Deep blue deep blue deep blue sky
Behind the glares of the
Orange street lights
I am eager to see more
But no more layers, except for
The weak patterns of the blue gray clouds
My blue blood floods my brain again
Sep, 18
——–7:00am home
The morning sunshine drops a bright zigzag
Through the blinds, onto my wall
The zigzag is in thick wheat-white paint
Strong with clear boundaries
And underneath
There is a darker and shorter zigzag
In a color of lavender, texture of yarn
Thin and ambiguous
———-8:30am Main Street
I look up into
The cloudy chilly morning sky
The clouds are thick and solid
Making a crazy brush paint
In pale gold rod where the clouds are thinner
dark gray at the bottom
and light steel blue
where the bottom meets the top
Underneath, the buildings are dark
with low contrast and slightly vague details
———-11:30am Providence State House
Too beautiful a scene
Blue sky, white clouds, green lawn, white neo-classical state house
Kids are laughing
Among thousands of American runners
The light is clear and transparent
In a slightly warm tone
It is still soft light though
When the clouds cover the sun
Leaving the lawn a plain lime green with details
———–14:00pm Providence Canal
The nymphs are swimming
In the water of a dreamy atmosphere
The columns of the highway
Now become Hellenistic ruins
Recording human beings crazy ambition
Of the 1960s
They drop reflections
Into the warm cozy afternoon water
The boundaries of the pillars are deformed, unsure, and changing
While the reflection of the block are fragmented
Into a bunch of tiny trembling white lights
——–18:00pm Providence State House
I stare at the decorated dome of the state house
Now in the soft magic atmosphere of the sunset
The left side in golden yellow, with brown shades
While the right side of the dome
Falls into a gray shade, bluer at the top, pinker at the bottom
At the interface where the gold meets the gray
It is orange, pink, with a little steel blue
————22:00pm Main St
The street light drops an orange tone
Onto the trunk and bottom crown of the tree
it has very low resolution
while the colors of the tree itself get lost
the trunk is in sienna brown
with a very dark gray shade
while the leaves in milk-chocolate brown
with a very dark gray shade
Does the true color of the object exist?
they change their faces so frequently
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