I don't know how to descride the feeling when staring at those master pieces of art. Some of them I don't understand at all. But it was great to see, enjoying the moment that your world is pure for art.

>>>>>Tate Modern

This is the huge spider inside Tate Modern. There are beds, or sth kind of, under the spider.

The way to make an art is somehow simple--by sticking all plates to the canvas and pouring the oils all over, and that's it. The material used can be very various, saw, bandage, pans, forks, even one's own body. Some were in very explicit way that I did not see any meaning....

Here I got an idea of puting ourselves into the work of art. This is a table with all mirrors outside each plane.

>>>>>National Gallery

Front gate,

Even the tiles are made of mosaic, such a nice delicate floor.....

Divisionism Sauret, Monet, Cezanne, Vin Dyck, Leonado, Picasso, Rapheal, I can only tell those names. But with faithful eyes, even as an art idiot, one can have fun. Many people gathered in front of the Sunflowers of Van Gogh, as well as Holbein's The Ambassadors, which hides a stretched skull in the picture that can only be seen  properly from 180 angle in right side. Really a strange that how could people of hundreds years ago to have that intention.

>>>>>>Tate Britain

Tate Britain contains works of Modern British art and Comtemporary British art. Anyway, it seems more likely a hybrid to me.

If you are able to collect thousands of pans or bowls and stick them together, than you can be an artist.

If you bury the masks that you can buy anywhere in chinese small cities into earth and paint them, than you can also be an artist.

If your room is filled bamboos and you can walk through them to your living room, you are definitely genus!

What can I say further? These are so-called 'art'. and I 'm trying so hard to understand, which I failed as destiny.

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London is such a city that one can enjoy phychlogically and physically. How can I enjoy this journey longer......oh, god please save those damned US banks......

世界好大,人好渺小.从小想着要离开家去玩,可是玩的久了却又会被见到的每一样事物勾起家里的回忆.忽然想起家里书架上余秋雨的'行者无疆'封着尘,很多书,买来了却从来不去读.等到想读的时候,却碰不到它们.好想我的绘图板,我的素描书......

今天上班做错了事,没有人责怪我,但是很难过.因为我的疏忽,要别人陪我一起加班,感觉更难过.

人因为宽容所以给与,因为宽容所以原谅.

我想记住这一天,以后要做得更好.

2009年的冬天,伦敦下了好大的一场雪,雪后,迎来了这一年的情人节.

橱窗里好些个摆设,经济危机之中,巧克力制造商由于可可涨价陷入了两难境地,微利之下的情人节巧克力市场也没有因此变得冷清.

Selfridges里面居然还能买到蝎子蜘蛛一类的东西,而且都做成了糖果,都是edible,着实令人恐怖.

墙面上贴满了心.......

橱窗里真的摆着我最喜欢的pose的主人的大头--奥特曼,机会难得,赶紧合照一张.

沿着Thames沿岸行走着,让我想起风和日丽时候的外滩.

这里有著名的Venopolis酒庄,迎接来自世界各地的游客品尝名酒.

shakespear的球型剧场,大火后重建的修旧如新.

毗邻而居Tate Modern Museum,下次细说那些个抽象地,现代的,离奇的,怪诞的艺术.....

Lecester Square有那么多唱久不衰的歌剧.

冬天里坐在观光巴士上虽然很冷还是有人乐在其中.

街头巷尾,到处可见,闻名内外,在人手一部手机的时代还固执地保留着的标志性建筑--电话亭.

他们是街头艺术家?还是为了生活讨一口饭吃而已的求生计?

有时可见清一色的黑色taxi,外表似乎十年如一日地黑色古董造型,里面却都是点播电视.就像一些旧派英国人固执的旧派风衣.迎面走来,恍如撞见福尔摩斯.

入夜的Millenium bridge,遥遥望着肃穆的St. Paul's Cathedral.

Covent Garden街头的艺人相当的敬业,接近0度的温度只穿平角裤娱乐大众,像老北京天桥的耍把士.

最后一程,空空如也的地铁,将载我回去温暖的小窝.

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这些文字这些图片可以帮助我这个忘性极大的人回忆在伦敦的这一年发生了什么,还未曾久留,就感觉要离开,似乎离开了,就不会再回到这个有五颜六色回忆的地方.于是每一棵树,每一盏路灯都是我想要留住的回忆.那些路灯那些街头巷尾,对于有些人来说是看了几十年的,熟悉的不能再熟悉的,根本不值得去拍照的.但是对于另外一些人,这些风景注定是会消逝的,对于这些风景,那些人注定只是过客.

离开香港的时候,能带走的只有照片,和刻在心上一些会被时间蚕食的印象.美好的东西总想把它们留下来,但是如果一定要离开,不如忘性大一点,将美好统统遗忘,这样也不会感觉到因为失去了美好的痛苦.所以,离开伦敦的时候,要努力忘了这里的人,这里的事.

留不下,带不走,生命不停止,就 只能 流动.

上班这么久,第一次要跟老板杠上了.为了芝麻绿豆大的破事儿.

因为要把我的位子从floor的北极搬到南极.我最fun的帅哥小老板仍然在赤道端坐,我就在外边漂泊啊漂泊漂泊啊漂泊(replay100次)......刚和爱斯基摩人混熟,又让我去跟南极海豹聊天!!!

我不要去坐在神经质女人的对面,我不要每天上班的时候背后有人盯着.

我跟你死磕到底了!!!

啊,我疯了.......

很忙的时候,偶尔听见几声咳嗽.这天气一样,凉凉的.连问候都是一种奢侈,不如在噼里啪啦的键盘声中,将自己掩埋.

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