Experimental bicycle – illustration

This is an illustration I did recently. I had so much fun to create it. The inspiration of this painting is a red bicycle. At about the same time, I am also attracted by an old picture of this chemistry experiment used in my high school chemistry lab, translated as “Petrus Jacobus Kipp” according to Internet. So I started drawing something to put these two of my favorite objects in a picture.
Here I used both the techniques of collage and pop. I have no ideas why I should put the two irrelevant things together, until later I encountered a twitter post talking about “chemistry”. I think “chemistry” is a good theme to connect the kipp and the redbicycle. Then I named this painting “experimental bicycle”.
At the end, I add a quick story about the pop art. Years ago, when Yayoi Kusama has a show in New York City. It is so popular and I waited more than an hour and then can enter the gallery. The shows used a lot of mirrors. See the following. When I have time, I can clean up the pictures of that show.
Recent painting
Every time, I came to this blog. I still felt the happiness I had experienced back then when I was writing a lot of blogs. Writing here brings me tranquility. Sometimes we need this immersive feeling of shutting the worlds’ noise out, and the feeling of being simple and crispy without having many complicated threads going on.

A draft of my writing statement
11/5/23 “hey, what are you doing now?” “listening to music, writing and thinking of you”
The love
“why do you like writing?”
“I don’t know, I can’t explain. I just know I can spend hours on writing and enjoy it. I am excited to see surprising sentences and want to be friends of the authors of them. My most best friends write well and love writing. This thing has been with me since when I was little. I have made books of newspaper/magazine cuttings of good writings I saw. Even now, my colleagues hate to write proposals and edit students’ articles, and I don’t.
It is not that hard to be happy
As I grow older and older, I felt that many people are unhappy. I am naturally at a happy state unless disturbed. So I hope to bring the brightness to people and tell them life is so beautiful and worth loving. I care about beautiful words, but more importantly, I hope my writing can convey vivid spirits, novel insights, interesting stories, practical information, and my intention of loving people.
Let us all think and be inspired
Through writing, I hope to bring myself and people to some thinking points. When I write book, I hope each of my book discusses a big question that I want to seek for answers. In that sense, I like the movies “wonder woman” a lot. The movies do not just showing the muscles and power, but also discuss things, like “are human evils in nature” “truth and wish”.
“What is the ideal world to you?”
– everything is so cheap?
– people are nice and kind to each other?
– the society allocates its much resource to explore human limits, e.g., what does the most intelligent combinations of human+machine+animal look like?
I have interest to write science fictions to create the worlds that are so beautiful but we cannot get there yet.
“What is consciousness?” I hope to write some scientific books about intelligence. So more people can understand it, be interesting in it, and then work together to advance it.
“without intention for success, can you be successful?” …….
Well, for more ideas, you have to see my future books. It’s time to eat my favorite white chocolate ice cream, haha

Paper, words and all that love behinds them
Recently I get to know a group of dedicated artists like tamang, matt, J, penguin … They worked very hard and use their beautiful words to inspire and touch people. I am one of them who are being inspired. I always like paper, words and shapes (papersource is on of my favorite shops for years). So here I put them together. They might not yet be perfect :), but the special ingredients are: with my tears and love, I make those posts.




Fun fact: recently I reinstalled photoshop and that brings back all my memories of making this website long time ago. Every piece of this webpage is made from the original materials, including stamps, background picture, postcard, and so on.

Wanna Wave 2
Wave is just artistic. I hope you will like this account as much as I do.

Body waves: Recently, I am addicted to butterfly swimming. As long as I am touching water, I am doing this stroke. It is so beautiful, sexy and powerful. Your legs swing like a mermaid. Your shoulder muscles shine above the water and make solid shapes.
Character waves: last Friday, I just bought a Darth Vader costume for my son. Well, here is the one posted on WW today
Waved eyes: Two from WW, middle drawn by me
Waved lines: drawn by me lately before I knew WW
0 color, 1 color and 2-colors
Drawn by my son, colored by me
More waved lines drawn by me

Surprise connections are amazing. Hope you can also find them in your life.
Unexplainable 527
My journey is threaded with 527
Unexplainable, it just is
Only
Their love
Their passion
Their artistic sense
Their playfulness
Their abundance giving
Their diverse style yet devoted heart
Can amaze me, touch me, melt me, enchant me
Can open the door that is habitually closed by me
Can deviate me from my disciplined routine
Can make the worth that I rarely pursue
Can swing my emotion out of control
Can awake my sometimes sleepy soul
We grow up together
We ride along
We cry we laugh
We fight we heal
One thing we don’t do
We don’t separate
We never want to separate
Coz we can’t separate
From mind, soul, body to heart
Though miles apart physically
We always think
Hey, when can I find you
Following, please see the exhibition from Chinese 527 titled “[little people] tiny but bright us among the vast landscape”









The rose and the little prince
Today , the moon is especially round and bright. I look up the sky and the story of the little prince comes into my sight.
At the day when the little prince left
The rose loses her pedals
With her only thorns left
She looks like a robot
Controlled by a clockwork
Marching around the desert
At the 1413th day
The moon is bright
The breeze of the desert brings a letter
The cover said “from the little prince, open in 100 days”
The rose raises the letter to the light
Still she cannot see through
The letter cannot be opened
Look at the cover of the letter
The rose wonders
“what the letter will be saying?”
Thinking of the letter
She smiles
her thorns soften
her pedals grow
the wind swifts through
these pedals fly like wings
the wings open her drawing palette
the wings open her music box
the wings open her diary book
Maybe in 100 days
The rose will no longer be marching
she will dance
she will draw
she will write
she will sing
Thinking about this
The rose is relaxed and falls asleep
under the brightest moon today
with a touching tear on her face
Amazon also has a version of the story

Also see the version from our greatest chatgpt
In a world of stars, where stories intertwine,
A rose once bloomed, a prince so fine.
Separated by galaxies, their love transcends,
Two souls adrift, like long-lost friends.
The little prince, with his heart so pure,
Set off on journeys, adventures to endure.
Yet in his quest, amidst galaxies afar,
He longed for his rose, like the northern star.
The rose, in a desert, stood with grace,
Her petals aglow, in that sacred place.
She missed her prince, with every dawn,
Her love for him, eternally drawn.
Across the cosmos, they felt the ache,
A bond unbroken, no distance could break.
Through nebulae and cosmic dust,
Their love endured, in them, a must.
Each night, he gazed at the twinkling sky,
Searching for the rose, with a heartfelt sigh.
Each day, she swayed in the desert’s breeze,
Whispering love in the rustling trees.
Time passed, like sand through an hourglass,
Their love, a flame, it did not surpass.
One fateful night, their souls aligned,
In dreams, their spirits intertwined.
He saw her bloom, under moonlight’s grace,
She felt his presence, in that vast space.
Their love, a beacon, in the dark they’d find,
A cosmic love, eternally entwined.
Though galaxies apart, their hearts unite,
In dreams, they dance, in the silent night.
The rose and little prince, forever to miss,
Yet bound by love, in the starry abyss.
In the tapestry of the universe, they’re weaved,
Two hearts in love, forever believed.
For in the vast expanse of time and space,
Their love endures, an eternal embrace.
Healthy eats
I like to go to farmer’s market, select fresh produce, make favorite dishes, and match them with pretty containers and utensils. Here are some of my recent frequent eats.
Kale salad:

Harvard vegetable soup:
Plain yogurt mixed with berries and nuts
All sorts of chocolate

There are certain more crazy people out there. Nowadays in whole food, you can buy these health candies. Each bag is 5-6 dollars and has only 5 or 6 pieces in it. That’ll fulfill your wishes of growing hair, sleeping better, improving immune systems, and radiating skin 🙂
