On The Road

Julia Stegnvr

Inspired by a post of Starbucks and Jane Austin.

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.

The next one is inspired by Tesh photography www.art-dept.com/artists/tesh/index.html

And here is my first painting on canvas.

inspired by http://cestvogue.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilovewildfox.html

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

My clubmate Shuang just opened a photo studio at her home.I painted this for her.
pen, watercolor on paper

Wendy at work