<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750</id><updated>2012-01-10T10:26:42.423+09:00</updated><category term='animals'/><category term='interior'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='land scape'/><category term='fog'/><category term='light'/><category term='street scene'/><category term='live study'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='nature'/><category term='communication'/><category term='flower'/><category term='pet study'/><category term='general'/><category term='bicycles'/><category term='shadows'/><category term='boats'/><category term='life'/><category term='group picture'/><category term='figures'/><category term='portrait'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='animal'/><category term='still object'/><category term='festival'/><category term='forest'/><category term='bird'/><category term='Romeo and Juliet'/><category term='estuary'/><category term='pencil drawing'/><category term='surrealism'/><category term='performance'/><category term='cat'/><category term='tree'/><category term='landscape'/><category term='cobwebs'/><category term='figure'/><title type='text'>Galleria d'arte di Kimiyo</title><subtitle type='html'>These are water color paintings which I am working on. I would like to exchange comments and pictures with other artists.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3517906748945478108</id><published>2012-01-05T17:12:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:26:55.716+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Something passed between them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lij_mfiDRa8/TwVhPI--iYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lqEHfzOBxFI/s1600/251211M%2526Db.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lij_mfiDRa8/TwVhPI--iYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lqEHfzOBxFI/s320/251211M%2526Db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694064216617421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a famous dog which is said to understand 300 words of human language but sadly most people don't understand animal languages as well as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was the moment that the man was understanding what the dog wanted to say and they were really communicating with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I could catch this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to focus on their connection through their exchange of glances. I wanted to express the man's response to the dog's trusting eyes and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53cm x 35.5cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3517906748945478108?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3517906748945478108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3517906748945478108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3517906748945478108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3517906748945478108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-passed-between-them.html' title='Something passed between them'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lij_mfiDRa8/TwVhPI--iYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lqEHfzOBxFI/s72-c/251211M%2526Db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3571464463320594672</id><published>2011-11-13T13:42:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:21:18.753+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Summer breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nERwWHHojCo/Tr9OqzDzIXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bZkVr26ZKaQ/s1600/11111ykb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nERwWHHojCo/Tr9OqzDzIXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bZkVr26ZKaQ/s320/11111ykb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674340552677728626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;It was mid-summer on the waterfront.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she loved the summer sky so I imagined the whole painting as reflecting the sky colour using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt; several different blue bases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;My main aim was to capture the gentle breeze she was facing into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt; as a metaphor for her imagining that some happy event would happen to her soon after some upsetting life transitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;The focus of the picture was the shadow cast on her face. It was also interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;to create the colours on her face and chest to make her expression come alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;45cm x 35cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3571464463320594672?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3571464463320594672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3571464463320594672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3571464463320594672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3571464463320594672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/11/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer breeze'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nERwWHHojCo/Tr9OqzDzIXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bZkVr26ZKaQ/s72-c/11111ykb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2027552162251108412</id><published>2011-10-08T09:33:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:41:48.735+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure'/><title type='text'>Expecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fX1hbt8E4c/Tpg8CpXIdOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L4FZ4LAbKkY/s1600/Expecting%2B01aa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fX1hbt8E4c/Tpg8CpXIdOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L4FZ4LAbKkY/s320/Expecting%2B01aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663342547578680546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOtBr-UJKBw/TpeCmUt6qYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vHiLoAUUxCs/s1600/181011exp-b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This painting was very challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;By restricting the use of color, I was trying to create many different tones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I was also trying to create a sense of perspective despite the lack of a background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;The intention was to depict a young mother who had a sense of pride and satisfaction in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; her radiant body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;I was also trying to impart her expectations for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55 cm x 36 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2027552162251108412?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2027552162251108412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2027552162251108412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2027552162251108412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2027552162251108412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/10/expecting.html' title='Expecting'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fX1hbt8E4c/Tpg8CpXIdOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L4FZ4LAbKkY/s72-c/Expecting%2B01aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-6635799728589300936</id><published>2011-09-15T08:00:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:24:33.257+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLcAUQ--3Q/TnEzrBG3qEI/AAAAAAAAANo/4sCXXXEw5UE/s1600/1109autuma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLcAUQ--3Q/TnEzrBG3qEI/AAAAAAAAANo/4sCXXXEw5UE/s320/1109autuma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652355821451323458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was adapted from a photo which reminds me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a mother and child walking through the late afternoon sun in autumn. It is getting&lt;br /&gt;dark so the mother is walking fast to go home pulling the child by her hand. The child however is fascinated by the the long shadows they cast.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun goes down, their shadows get longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell this story by depicting their body movements, not their facial expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 x 33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-6635799728589300936?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6635799728589300936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=6635799728589300936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6635799728589300936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6635799728589300936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-shadows.html' title='Autumn shadows'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZLcAUQ--3Q/TnEzrBG3qEI/AAAAAAAAANo/4sCXXXEw5UE/s72-c/1109autuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1578286894164051049</id><published>2011-05-19T14:12:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:39:20.155+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Orchard Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is a unique cafe, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orchard-grantchester.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, along the river from Cambridge in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HswXc0LFxKU/TdZu6ZR1aOI/AAAAAAAAANc/SxMMy6nTFZ0/s1600/Orchard%2BCafe%2B01aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HswXc0LFxKU/TdZu6ZR1aOI/AAAAAAAAANc/SxMMy6nTFZ0/s320/Orchard%2BCafe%2B01aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608792335433689314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There is no sound of clattering dishes and or coffee-making machines nor any music. Only the sounds of the leaves rustling in the breeze and birds chirping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When I heard some famous poets and writers such as Rupert Brooke or E.M. Forster or Virginia Woolf used to take tea or coffee here, I understood why they were fond of it.  It  was a pleasant  place to create or concentrate on their own work surrounded by nature. Especially in the shade of early summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanted to paint such atmosphere: the smell in the fields in early summer where people went to after enduring a long winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;35 x 46 cm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1578286894164051049?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1578286894164051049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1578286894164051049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1578286894164051049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1578286894164051049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/05/orchard-cafe.html' title='Orchard Cafe'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HswXc0LFxKU/TdZu6ZR1aOI/AAAAAAAAANc/SxMMy6nTFZ0/s72-c/Orchard%2BCafe%2B01aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7808072716728308050</id><published>2011-04-18T11:57:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:25:38.873+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>End of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commonly seen scene at a local beach café in summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8s-XYDvit4/Ta5SH6qNYRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WOj73UeFpmw/s1600/110315StHeliers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8s-XYDvit4/Ta5SH6qNYRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WOj73UeFpmw/s320/110315StHeliers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597501682826961170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;People sitting enjoying a coffee before going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw a man in the sun contrasting with a man in the shade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And while the man in the sun was talking animatedly, I could not be sure that the man in the shade, like a lot of men(?) was actually listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.5 cm x 42 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7808072716728308050?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7808072716728308050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7808072716728308050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7808072716728308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7808072716728308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-day.html' title='End of the day'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8s-XYDvit4/Ta5SH6qNYRI/AAAAAAAAANU/WOj73UeFpmw/s72-c/110315StHeliers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3786262463711642215</id><published>2011-02-24T15:36:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:29:29.051+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street scene'/><title type='text'>Siesta-time in a Spanish street</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuW80iQX8VY/TWeSdp4rtII/AAAAAAAAANE/bchzXeHPgBQ/s1600/Spanish%2Bstreet%2Band%2Bflags%2B01aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuW80iQX8VY/TWeSdp4rtII/AAAAAAAAANE/bchzXeHPgBQ/s320/Spanish%2Bstreet%2Band%2Bflags%2B01aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577587701679109250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;An ordinary street in a quiet Spanish town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It’s siesta time, almost nothing moves except an occasional figure and the flags flapping against the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When the siesta time is over, voices call, people appear. Noise and movement bring the street to life again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But in the middle of the siesta there is just the heat and a gentle dry breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3786262463711642215?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3786262463711642215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3786262463711642215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3786262463711642215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3786262463711642215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/02/street-of-spain.html' title='Siesta-time in a Spanish street'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuW80iQX8VY/TWeSdp4rtII/AAAAAAAAANE/bchzXeHPgBQ/s72-c/Spanish%2Bstreet%2Band%2Bflags%2B01aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-9056857063197397</id><published>2011-02-10T17:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:05:54.329+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Forest Cyclist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yjfFDhQ_kk/TVOpvIpol7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/J1n2pepD8TI/s1600/forest%2Bcyclist%2B01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yjfFDhQ_kk/TVOpvIpol7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/J1n2pepD8TI/s320/forest%2Bcyclist%2B01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571983791228491698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I did a version of this painting three years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was fascinated by the magical mosaic-like water reflections after the heavy rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But every time when I looked at it, I wanted to try it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I couldn't find a focus of interest in the forest scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then after I added the tiny cyclist figure on the far side of the pond, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the magical mosaic-like water reflections after the heavy rain came alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3B5738;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes, landscapes need a human figure in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-9056857063197397?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9056857063197397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=9056857063197397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9056857063197397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9056857063197397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2011/02/forest-cyclist.html' title='Forest Cyclist'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yjfFDhQ_kk/TVOpvIpol7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/J1n2pepD8TI/s72-c/forest%2Bcyclist%2B01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2707208296456841725</id><published>2010-10-23T17:39:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:39:59.357+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Saxophone in the Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO2xaXAjpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZK1tJLG-TdI/s1600/Sunset+Saxophone+101024aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO2xaXAjpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZK1tJLG-TdI/s320/Sunset+Saxophone+101024aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531465727346773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;An old black and white photo was the starting point for this picture; a musician had cycled to a park and was playing the saxophone contemplatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I bent a composition rule by putting the focal point at the center which artists usually say not to do because it divides the space in half and the eyes stop at the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought carefully how to paint the focus of the eyes and perspective devices such as clouds, birds, sun and mountains. To make the black and white photo come alive, I suggested that he was playing at sunset which, together with dawn, is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;most colorful time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There is a suggestion that the musician forgot to check the time and is absorbed completely in playing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;42cm x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2707208296456841725?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2707208296456841725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2707208296456841725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2707208296456841725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2707208296456841725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/10/saxophone-in-sunset.html' title='Saxophone in the Sunset'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO2xaXAjpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZK1tJLG-TdI/s72-c/Sunset+Saxophone+101024aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-5484801055705871460</id><published>2010-10-17T04:52:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:35:47.848+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Passive Human, Active Statue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO3hJEY3mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AqMOup5wYUs/s1600/Statue+and+Figure+101024aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO3hJEY3mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AqMOup5wYUs/s320/Statue+and+Figure+101024aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531466547338993250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMJx38hmcyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-nDvX_MLQCg/s1600/141010napiera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;On a street in a colorful small town were a bronze statue and a young boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMJx38hmcyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-nDvX_MLQCg/s1600/141010napiera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It seemed to me that the bronze lady was walking towards me. Her confident stride and happy wave suggested she was optimistic about her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Behind her sat a real boy, motionless, almost as if he was paralyzed by his inaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This contrast between them, back to back, seems to signify that a living person may exude a quiet passivity while a bronze statue can leap to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 x 42 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-5484801055705871460?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5484801055705871460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=5484801055705871460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5484801055705871460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5484801055705871460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/10/passive-human-active-statue.html' title='Passive Human, Active Statue'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/TMO3hJEY3mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AqMOup5wYUs/s72-c/Statue+and+Figure+101024aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8874131686576116907</id><published>2010-05-04T18:52:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:21:30.542+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealism'/><title type='text'>Dancing Duo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S-CBucexhtI/AAAAAAAAALs/K-lVW_2eSlg/s1600/100504dance1"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S-CBucexhtI/AAAAAAAAALs/K-lVW_2eSlg/s320/100504dance1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467512582547015378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few years ago, I drove past a man throwing a bundle of garden rubbish into a bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S-BEjvz0omI/AAAAAAAAALc/j8HPjaTXIfU/s1600/100504dance1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:arial,fantasy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:arial,fantasy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stopped the car and asked him for some of the branches for my flower arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of them particularly interested me. It made me imagine a dancer performing some wild choregraphy. I tried to paint it straight away but it didn't turn out as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I kept thinking how I can treat this subject. A week ago I tried again. This time I painted it as a human dancer and as I did this, all of a sudden, this dead branch came alive and began to dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8874131686576116907?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8874131686576116907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8874131686576116907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8874131686576116907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8874131686576116907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-duo_04.html' title='Dancing Duo'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S-CBucexhtI/AAAAAAAAALs/K-lVW_2eSlg/s72-c/100504dance1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-5418305005096171438</id><published>2010-04-19T16:31:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:01:00.986+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior'/><title type='text'>Cheese and Herbs Cellar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wZhTuHYDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CmEYerdzLI8/s1600/100415cheese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wZhTuHYDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CmEYerdzLI8/s320/100415cheese1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461768508113641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a painting of a cheese and herbs shop found on one of my favorite Greek islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few steps down behind the counter,  a cheese cellar was bathed in light.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the  photo I took was so dark that I could not see objects clearly which were hung on the wall and the floor except cheese table .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought how messy it was  but  I realized everything was carefully set  to create a Greek atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I paint from a photograph, I choose a photo which gives me some feeling. Then I  edit it by removing or adding objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I took some time over the process and  choosing colours to create my image&lt;br /&gt;from the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 cm x 36 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-5418305005096171438?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5418305005096171438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=5418305005096171438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5418305005096171438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5418305005096171438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheese-and-herbs-cellar.html' title='Cheese and Herbs Cellar'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wZhTuHYDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CmEYerdzLI8/s72-c/100415cheese1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1508628489124652965</id><published>2010-04-19T16:07:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:57:28.768+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Mrs X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wGZ7KmIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DJJnoIPSXrU/s1600/100413ladyb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wGZ7KmIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DJJnoIPSXrU/s320/100413ladyb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461747490542198882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;When she came to sit as a model the first time, I just drew her as an object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the coffee break, I could get to know  her personality more  by her gentle manner and throug her way of talking to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose  the colours to match her, a gentle touch of the brush work and soft touch of pencil drawing to express her character as closely as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 cm x 26 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1508628489124652965?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1508628489124652965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1508628489124652965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1508628489124652965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1508628489124652965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/04/mrs-x.html' title='Mrs X'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S8wGZ7KmIGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DJJnoIPSXrU/s72-c/100413ladyb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8937366221716018613</id><published>2010-03-22T08:09:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:39:44.384+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>A Golden Clearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also an autumn view. Some trees bathe the woods around them in a golden yellow light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fZ_nIsFUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kXNFmfpyGRI/s1600-h/100322momijie"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fZ_nIsFUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kXNFmfpyGRI/s320/100322momijie" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451565560815686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Even the sky and ground are suffused with this golden color.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk  through  this forest clearing, I have an illusion like going into a land of fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Autumn's beauty is powerful enough to make the people (who don't take  photos often) to go out on a nature walk to take photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;35 cm x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8937366221716018613?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8937366221716018613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8937366221716018613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8937366221716018613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8937366221716018613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/autumn-colour.html' title='A Golden Clearing'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fZ_nIsFUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kXNFmfpyGRI/s72-c/100322momijie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-6743541151762197347</id><published>2010-03-22T07:42:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:31:17.710+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Flaming tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In autumn, the mountains, parks wherever maple trees grow, they turn just like a fire flaming in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fah_xyhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hKJmg7uZ-NA/s1600-h/100315momijid"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fah_xyhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hKJmg7uZ-NA/s320/100315momijid" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451566151546078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It often looks like they  are using up all their energy to look their best before finishing life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;However, we all know they will come back again with a new look of a fresh green colour  in spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I tried to express the tree's power and energy by the various bright colors which I don't use usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;25 cm x 36 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-6743541151762197347?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6743541151762197347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=6743541151762197347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6743541151762197347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6743541151762197347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/burning-tree.html' title='Flaming tree'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S6fah_xyhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hKJmg7uZ-NA/s72-c/100315momijid' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8880529701323774552</id><published>2010-03-10T11:38:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:50:26.803+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group picture'/><title type='text'>Where is going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad time which everyone goes through sometime or has in the past. And it is a part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S5dovFOEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/OLgswNiubVg/s1600-h/030310funeralb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S5dovFOEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/OLgswNiubVg/s320/030310funeralb.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446937432392219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;I painted three groups in this picture. On the left, is the undertaker and the minister who is conducting the service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;On the  right, the family and friends who are experiencing grief at the passing of the old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;My  focus is the children in the center. They are looking down into the grave full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;curiosity to understand where he is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Instead of creating a sad mood, I treated this more as a scene with different people executing different roles. Therefore it doesn't evoke an especially sad atmosphere, almost fun, because of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;27 cm x 36 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8880529701323774552?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8880529701323774552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8880529701323774552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8880529701323774552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8880529701323774552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-sad-time-when-we-go-through.html' title='Where is going?'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S5dovFOEO3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/OLgswNiubVg/s72-c/030310funeralb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1418417455586779853</id><published>2010-02-24T08:52:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:20:49.844+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Elelphant at Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S4RuPNgLZOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/94cfzE-Ms_Y/s1600-h/220210c%26zb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S4RuPNgLZOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/94cfzE-Ms_Y/s320/220210c%26zb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441595457372120290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;While I was painting this , I was wondering whether this elephant  was splashing the water just to cool himself down or simply having fun to tease his rider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;When I saw the elephant painting his own self-portrait using his trunk to hold a brush (he drew an elephant figure!) on YouTube, I wanted to know more about elephants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;According to WikiPedia, they are a very intelligent mammal. Their brain can process feelings such as grief and compassion. They can make music, they can use tools, they have self awareness and they can PLAY. In this situation he was surely playing. I had the impression from his eyes that he was smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In this composition I was especially interested in the elephant using the powerful  water pressure to spray whirls of mist around the girl and above her head .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;33 cm x 41 cm                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1418417455586779853?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1418417455586779853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1418417455586779853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1418417455586779853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1418417455586779853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/02/play-time.html' title='Elelphant at Play'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S4RuPNgLZOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/94cfzE-Ms_Y/s72-c/220210c%26zb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-327712284982470340</id><published>2010-02-16T07:12:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:47:07.373+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Nassos, a silversmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S3nPu7KGAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WV7EU7M7IS8/s1600-h/150210Nasossb"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S3nPu7KGAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WV7EU7M7IS8/s320/150210Nasossb" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438606430087545282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old city in Naxos (a Greek island) has a long history of constant invasion by Turks and pirates. The city itself was planned like a fort and streets were a maze. Some streets come to an abrupt end or become so narrow with lowered headroom so that adults can't pass through easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;There we found Nassos, a silversmith in  his workshop. In the shop there were some tourists but he did not stop working and kept making jewelry. He was totally absorbed in his own world. I was moved by his expression which expressed passion and pride in his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I took his photo while he was adjusting this ring which I bought. Later I found out his jewelry is well known in Europe and New York, although he works out of this tiny shop on this small island hideaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, fantasy;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;color:#336666;"&gt;35 x 40 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-327712284982470340?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/327712284982470340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=327712284982470340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/327712284982470340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/327712284982470340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2010/02/nassos-silversmith.html' title='Nassos, a silversmith'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/S3nPu7KGAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WV7EU7M7IS8/s72-c/150210Nasossb' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8924386992793182564</id><published>2009-12-19T06:40:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:33:34.628+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>La Traviatta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SywASUcVX6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f4VqVsY4Tp8/s1600-h/201209primab"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416704766545059746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SywASUcVX6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f4VqVsY4Tp8/s320/201209primab" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was listening to their performance in the St.Paul cathedral in Roma 3 years ago, I was already thinking how I can express my emotion and feeling of this wonderful music into my painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Their voice was filled up in the big space of the12th century church which was entirely decorated in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mosaic with gold and colours. Also the acoustics left me with a powerful memory and I kept hearing their music in my head for a few days after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Coincidentally, when I started to paint this, I was also practicing singing. Because of that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my hand moved freely and quickly. And most of all I truly enjoyed working on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(42cm x 31cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8924386992793182564?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8924386992793182564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8924386992793182564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8924386992793182564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8924386992793182564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-traviatta.html' title='La Traviatta'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SywASUcVX6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f4VqVsY4Tp8/s72-c/201209primab' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2438327015873109900</id><published>2009-11-27T11:05:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:55:04.469+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Flower Seller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sw84sqeNJcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/O9mdU1t9TTg/s1600/251109flowersellerc"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sw84sqeNJcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/O9mdU1t9TTg/s320/251109flowersellerc" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408604017461634498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is also a sight of Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;At the side of the temple, the women are selling flowers to offer to the Buddha with prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;These flowers have a sweet fragrance and  they are only heads by the string  like bracelet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;What interests me about the these women is that they are not selling the flowers aggressively trying to sell the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They are sitting on the ground chatting, feeding a baby or just thinking. This is not a common sight which you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;in ordinary shops in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Also, time seems to be passing at a quite different pace compared with the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2438327015873109900?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2438327015873109900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2438327015873109900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2438327015873109900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2438327015873109900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/11/flower-seller.html' title='Flower Seller'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sw84sqeNJcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/O9mdU1t9TTg/s72-c/251109flowersellerc' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-386290374119991402</id><published>2009-11-02T13:08:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:29:45.342+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Tailor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Su5c-JcXSxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NFLakLvphYc/s1600-h/011109Taylorc"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Su5c-JcXSxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NFLakLvphYc/s320/011109Taylorc" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399355226020334354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;This tailor was seen in working in his room from out on the street. This was a busy bustling street in Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I tried to express his concentration by encouraging the viewer's eye to move from the bright colour of the cloth to the face and also his hand on the sewing machine, all of which seemed linked up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a harder task than I thought. It was like I had to constantly solve problems as I developed the painting , including the adjusting of colour tone  and light's variations by limited colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-386290374119991402?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/386290374119991402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=386290374119991402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/386290374119991402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/386290374119991402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor.html' title='Tailor'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Su5c-JcXSxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NFLakLvphYc/s72-c/011109Taylorc' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-243921045986237598</id><published>2009-10-18T15:26:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:33:40.025+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Here you are</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/StwIFD0Mw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-_Wjgz1-gzY/s1600-h/101009girlb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/StwIFD0Mw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-_Wjgz1-gzY/s320/101009girlb.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394195336699626322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Seeing this girl standing on the path, my interest went to the light which leads up to the sky from the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The small girl has the appearance of looking for her best friend. This is just the moment when she finds him. She still has a trace of worry on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I painted her at the moment of coming  into  my sight. This allowed me to accentuate the coloring of the pink shirt and boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-243921045986237598?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/243921045986237598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=243921045986237598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/243921045986237598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/243921045986237598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-you-are.html' title='Here you are'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/StwIFD0Mw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-_Wjgz1-gzY/s72-c/101009girlb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-6962647103241341376</id><published>2009-05-02T13:06:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:11:34.044+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Teenage boy expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SfvHG1fClaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aB7z7kzO9-E/s1600-h/270409boye"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SfvHG1fClaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aB7z7kzO9-E/s320/270409boye" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331073504173528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-alt:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:modern; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-1610612033 1757936891 16 0 131231 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@MS Mincho"; 	panose-1:2 2 6 9 4 2 5 8 3 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:modern; 	mso-font-pitch:fixed; 	mso-font-signature:-1610612033 1757936891 16 0 131231 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hear human beings have 50 to 60 muscles in their face to express feelings while a cat has only 6 muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we think about our body language, we must have a great of number of expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;This is an expression on the face of a teenage boy who was about to answer his friend's question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I was trying to capture the moment when his facial expression was one of being relaxed and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Teen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;portrait&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;(30cm x 27cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-6962647103241341376?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6962647103241341376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=6962647103241341376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6962647103241341376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6962647103241341376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/05/teenage-boy-expression.html' title='Teenage boy expression'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SfvHG1fClaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aB7z7kzO9-E/s72-c/270409boye' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2580508204000541843</id><published>2009-04-18T10:35:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:50:44.183+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Young family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This picture reminds me of the time we had to go through in our life if you have family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sevi9_HWE3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/U3RtVW_D-tc/s1600-h/100409familyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sevi9_HWE3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/U3RtVW_D-tc/s320/100409familyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326600538837881714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That was the busiest time in our life such as looking after children, career, home, schooling and a busy social life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the time when we just devoted ourselves to the family. When I look back on he past now they are all precious memories of life at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I focussed on the wife's expression and the husband who was carrying the child on his shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(45 cm x 31 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2580508204000541843?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2580508204000541843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2580508204000541843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2580508204000541843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2580508204000541843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-family.html' title='Young family'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sevi9_HWE3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/U3RtVW_D-tc/s72-c/100409familyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1856589904565613348</id><published>2009-03-27T06:04:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:30:22.251+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sc6IyOrX0YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEcjx8Ugz1c/s1600-h/Copenhagen+090329b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sc6IyOrX0YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEcjx8Ugz1c/s320/Copenhagen+090329b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318338606485983618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This shot was taken on a street in Copenhagen a couple of years ago. When I saw these two beautiful young men, I quickly imagined what the situation was all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They must be arguing. The one standing behind seemed to have already made up his mind about something, judging by his posture. However the one sitting down still seemed to be confused about something. I think everyone has gone through this sort of experience sometime in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I chose the colours to express the atmosphere of the young men and the contrast in their attittude.  I put some suggestive shadow of a 3rd person on the ground to make a story develop, as if that other person had come between them. The lighter part of the foreground between them also suggests their impending separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Unlike the previous picture of the three people and a boat, in this picture I wanted to express the idea of time having stopped still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1856589904565613348?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1856589904565613348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1856589904565613348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1856589904565613348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1856589904565613348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/03/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sc6IyOrX0YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEcjx8Ugz1c/s72-c/Copenhagen+090329b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1409540674055986642</id><published>2009-02-28T05:51:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:17:57.747+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>Three generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah0kKN3thI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rXobxonTFas/s1600-h/P1040126rogerab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah0kKN3thI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rXobxonTFas/s320/P1040126rogerab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307620325422773778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was interested in these three figures' movements which expresses the sharing of an interest in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sailing in a family. They were working together to rig the sailboat for a race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I imagine the grandfather's interest in sailing was transfered to his son. Now the grandfather and his son are passing on their knowledge learned from their own experiences to the grandson. I could feel an unspoken bond between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The colors were mixed to suggest the variations in temperature in the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1409540674055986642?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1409540674055986642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1409540674055986642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1409540674055986642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1409540674055986642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-generations.html' title='Three generations'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah0kKN3thI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rXobxonTFas/s72-c/P1040126rogerab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7740578616982078618</id><published>2009-02-08T16:01:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:19:53.167+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Reading a text message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah05esyEkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/501Bicp1jus/s1600-h/070209portraitb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah05esyEkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/501Bicp1jus/s320/070209portraitb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307620691698389570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When I paint a portrait I try to express some feeling in the subject's face than rather than creating an absolute likeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This is a portrait of  an unknown man at an unknown place. I imagined him in a situation like he was reading a text message he had just received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My focus in this painting was the way he was totally concentrated on what he was reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7740578616982078618?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7740578616982078618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7740578616982078618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7740578616982078618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7740578616982078618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/reading-text-message.html' title='Reading a text message'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Sah05esyEkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/501Bicp1jus/s72-c/070209portraitb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1246993494583170186</id><published>2008-12-06T15:44:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:25:38.193+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='land scape'/><title type='text'>Monk running late for prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The composition is simple. Just a monk walking by the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/STog_1MbedI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nCT_Emlz1JQ/s1600-h/021208hohinb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/STog_1MbedI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nCT_Emlz1JQ/s320/021208hohinb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276566194401016274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fact the composition is simple so t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hat it could be boring. So it was an interesting challenge to make the viewer's eye move around the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested the sky by adding its reflection in the puddle , also the monk's reflection. I varied the colour of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just one figure and his reflection gave this painting a sense of vast  space&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1246993494583170186?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1246993494583170186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1246993494583170186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1246993494583170186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1246993494583170186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/12/monk-on-beach.html' title='Monk running late for prayers'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/STog_1MbedI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nCT_Emlz1JQ/s72-c/021208hohinb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3617222554781840938</id><published>2008-11-25T06:37:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:22:29.376+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SSshIjdumJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yGuaeYsQyeA/s1600-h/231108lifeaa"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SSshIjdumJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yGuaeYsQyeA/s200/231108lifeaa" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272344219609897106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a study of a human body. I find it endlessly challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Depending on the subject's posture and their movement, their shape is always changing. Each model has a different structure, and their muscles and body appearance are all totally different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I find it easier to draw people when I forget they are human beings. I start out by trying to render the basic form first and then identify my focal points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3617222554781840938?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3617222554781840938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3617222554781840938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3617222554781840938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3617222554781840938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-study.html' title='Life study'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SSshIjdumJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yGuaeYsQyeA/s72-c/231108lifeaa' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3036305813686904612</id><published>2008-09-20T13:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:52:00.809+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Bill</title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SNSAyeTErWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0X7bMuB3Eo4/s1600-h/Bill+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247961070408346978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SNSAyeTErWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0X7bMuB3Eo4/s200/Bill+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There are some people who have the effect of making me wanting to paint their portrait. Particularly when I see their face. And this desire keeps coming back, even if this is not possible to do at that time or in that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bill was one such person. From the first meeting, his image hung around in my mind for some time. Because he was the music teacher, his image was fixed in my mind immediately as Bill and Piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I took several photos of him for his portrait. Among them I chose the one in which Bill was preparing tea for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I could feel an air surrounding him just like that of a Buddha. Calmness, warmth, gentleness and serenity. That was Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3036305813686904612?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3036305813686904612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3036305813686904612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3036305813686904612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3036305813686904612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/09/bill.html' title='Bill'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SNSAyeTErWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0X7bMuB3Eo4/s72-c/Bill+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-4927968377465718908</id><published>2008-08-08T08:41:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:39:15.611+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Hide and seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SJzZEYaKnOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EvAkbYaf-co/s1600-h/040808orangeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SJzZEYaKnOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EvAkbYaf-co/s200/040808orangeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232295536392576226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When winter came, I felt as if all  the colours in the garden had faded away. Even the blue sky which we have occasionally looks weak and depressing. But the colour of golden oranges on the tree in the garden is the only thing which brightens me up. I could also find several mischevous faces on the oranges behind the leaves just like children playing hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed the variety of shapes  and colours of oranges from up close to far away to create a sense of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested  in the contrast between the colour of bright oranges and dark green leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-4927968377465718908?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4927968377465718908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=4927968377465718908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/4927968377465718908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/4927968377465718908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/08/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and seek'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SJzZEYaKnOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EvAkbYaf-co/s72-c/040808orangeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8814074050296295949</id><published>2008-07-16T07:19:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:54:56.374+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SH0juG_ks9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/skj9hkWopJc/s1600-h/130708annac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SH0juG_ks9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/skj9hkWopJc/s200/130708annac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223370417877857234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div&gt;We had a child model, Anna, who we had to draw on sketching paper like Gina of last time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the adult model, Gina, it was hard for the child to keep the same posture for more than minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she kept changing her position and her expression I  had to sketch her as quickly as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked bored by having to sit for so long but she gave us a big smile when she received some pocket money for this at the end of the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I controlled the water quantity very carefully and used the pencil to make the lines darker.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8814074050296295949?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8814074050296295949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8814074050296295949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8814074050296295949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8814074050296295949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/07/anna.html' title='Anna'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SH0juG_ks9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/skj9hkWopJc/s72-c/130708annac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7458351847100703473</id><published>2008-07-10T18:30:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:32:49.702+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Gina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SHXZ6bdFLRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-_DgoSqXrjM/s1600-h/070708Gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SHXZ6bdFLRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-_DgoSqXrjM/s200/070708Gina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221318940831329554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;This is  Gina. It was a cold day and there is only one small electric heater in the hall in which our drawing group meets every Tuesday.  So Gina would only pose for 15 minutes. But she's a good model. She can strike a natural pose and hold it without moving for a good length of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I did this on a rough sketching pad because I did not plan to paint it when I started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The paper was very smooth and slippery. It did not therefore absorb water at all well. The  paint ran and the paper curled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But, in the end, I liked this sketch because I could capture her pose and her aura.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7458351847100703473?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7458351847100703473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7458351847100703473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7458351847100703473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7458351847100703473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/07/gina.html' title='Gina'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SHXZ6bdFLRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-_DgoSqXrjM/s72-c/070708Gina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-5142575632761510554</id><published>2008-07-03T13:40:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:35:25.995+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estuary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Winter morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SGxe8C_mB2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/svZTwO9-U7U/s1600-h/fog010708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SGxe8C_mB2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/svZTwO9-U7U/s200/fog010708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218650453904328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I woke up and looked out the window onto a white world. The  view of the estuary had vanished completely and looked like a  white paper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A couple of hours passed until the fog lifted and the view came back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I was interested watching the fog which gradually thinned and how objects like water, the sand, and houses on the other side  reappeared mysteriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I tried to create the cold winter's view by the gradation of the colours. I had to mix the pigment with the water carefully to get right colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-5142575632761510554?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5142575632761510554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=5142575632761510554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5142575632761510554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5142575632761510554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/07/winter-morning.html' title='Winter morning'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SGxe8C_mB2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/svZTwO9-U7U/s72-c/fog010708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3599653685942640945</id><published>2008-05-21T09:30:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:45:04.623+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live study'/><title type='text'>Feeding time for carp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SDNt44ov59I/AAAAAAAAAEY/a4C2Rr1cDv4/s1600-h/Carp+080519aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SDNt44ov59I/AAAAAAAAAEY/a4C2Rr1cDv4/s200/Carp+080519aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202622818586453970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes see many carp emerging out of the deep, dark pond, appearing suddenly as if from nowhere, when people drop bread in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sudden flurry of water, there ripples and sometimes even Water waves. There is a splashing of water and sparkling of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to paint the moment of the carp feeding time. I tried  to create the depth of water through this painting .&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3599653685942640945?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3599653685942640945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3599653685942640945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3599653685942640945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3599653685942640945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeding-time-for-carp.html' title='Feeding time for carp'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SDNt44ov59I/AAAAAAAAAEY/a4C2Rr1cDv4/s72-c/Carp+080519aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-5652357469090242854</id><published>2008-04-20T18:49:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:12:59.623+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>Massive Fig Tree</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I started this painting two years ago. I couldn't solve a problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; that was I couldn't express the sense of the massiveness of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; root structure. So I gave up and left it unfinished for two years. But I kept looking at the painting asking myself, "What's the problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SAsXGVYjXbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNyKWrIVYH4/s1600-h/Domain+fig+tree+080410aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SAsXGVYjXbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNyKWrIVYH4/s200/Domain+fig+tree+080410aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191268393061408178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then one day, the words of Sherlock Holmes flashed into my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  He was telling Watson, "Return to the scene of the crime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So I went back to the tree. I restarted the painting and solved the problem by focusing only on the roots. The power of the root structure is the essence of this tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was so impressed with this tree, I wanted to hug him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-5652357469090242854?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5652357469090242854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=5652357469090242854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5652357469090242854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/5652357469090242854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/04/massive-fig-tree.html' title='Massive Fig Tree'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/SAsXGVYjXbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RNyKWrIVYH4/s72-c/Domain+fig+tree+080410aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2740824529250276592</id><published>2008-03-26T07:42:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:55:52.317+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figures'/><title type='text'>That's him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R-mDgFtGXII/AAAAAAAAAEA/j7p4flvSDgU/s1600-h/080325bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R-mDgFtGXII/AAAAAAAAAEA/j7p4flvSDgU/s200/080325bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181817433576856706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this painting I used a simple photo of two old people looking at sailing boats in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began to draw this photo, I developed the story in this way. It was midday on a bright, hot summer's day, and the grandparents were looking for the yacht sailed by their grandson. They saw him when he sailed by and waved out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above them, up in the sky, seagulls were enjoying gliding in the wind's upcurrents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to flood the whole paper with bright sun and just used a touch of shadow under the objects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2740824529250276592?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2740824529250276592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2740824529250276592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2740824529250276592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2740824529250276592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-him.html' title='That&apos;s him!'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R-mDgFtGXII/AAAAAAAAAEA/j7p4flvSDgU/s72-c/080325bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3806750389230692217</id><published>2008-03-16T05:48:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:55:05.574+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>The  Yawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R9w3ntry57I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0uTeHCfHZk/s1600-h/Leo+yawning+080315ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R9w3ntry57I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0uTeHCfHZk/s200/Leo+yawning+080315ddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178074826986940338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leo, a cute Siamese cat, often yawns. My daughter saw him yawning, grabbed a camera, and asked him to yawn again. He did! So I used this photograph for this painting. I focused on his mouth and nose. The rest of his face I deemphasized by using subdued colors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3806750389230692217?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3806750389230692217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3806750389230692217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3806750389230692217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3806750389230692217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/03/yawn.html' title='The  Yawn'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R9w3ntry57I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0uTeHCfHZk/s72-c/Leo+yawning+080315ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7027936888003448052</id><published>2008-02-27T18:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:22:21.711+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Lunch at a vineyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When we had lunch at a vineyard one summer afternoon, I felt the taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R8UoEbBkRfI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmkU3xmEjS4/s1600-h/Mission+restaurant+01cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R8UoEbBkRfI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmkU3xmEjS4/s200/Mission+restaurant+01cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171583803543799282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; of food better than other places in town where you have to listen to noisy music and people's voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We were surrounded by nature's sounds such as cicardas, and breeze blowing  through the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And people's time there seemed to stop and they looked so relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wanted to transfer to my painting what I felt there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7027936888003448052?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7027936888003448052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7027936888003448052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7027936888003448052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7027936888003448052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunch-at-vineyard.html' title='Lunch at a vineyard'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R8UoEbBkRfI/AAAAAAAAADg/VmkU3xmEjS4/s72-c/Mission+restaurant+01cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-163200299152673677</id><published>2008-01-30T00:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:10:13.494+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>Festa di Sansepolcro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R59BzkoOmAI/AAAAAAAAADY/u4RJgePbV6g/s1600-h/Anghiari+steps+01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R59BzkoOmAI/AAAAAAAAADY/u4RJgePbV6g/s200/Anghiari+steps+01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160916052251416578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We timed it well to be in Sansepolcro for a festival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I chose the colours carefully to recreate the old and mysterious atmosphere of ancient &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw two modern girls chatting and eating ice cream corn in Roman costume among a lot of people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In order to focus on those two girls, I edited the photograph and relocated them on steps which I imagined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-163200299152673677?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/163200299152673677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=163200299152673677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/163200299152673677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/163200299152673677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/01/festa-di-sansepolcro.html' title='Festa di Sansepolcro'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R59BzkoOmAI/AAAAAAAAADY/u4RJgePbV6g/s72-c/Anghiari+steps+01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-55486248200628795</id><published>2008-01-30T00:02:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:20:34.445+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R91y9dry58I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQkJHnoIte4/s1600-h/paradise+flower+01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R91y9dry58I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQkJHnoIte4/s200/paradise+flower+01b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178421546811844546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I painted this, I had an image of a tropical bird&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in a thick rain forest. Then it became a metaphor of a flower.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R59Aa0oOl_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/79dql0ddmg8/s1600-h/080128paradac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw many interesting V shapes here and there by created straight lines so my attention went to the negative spaces first when I began to draw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to keep the transparency of the petals to make an effect like&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;light coming&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;through the petals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-55486248200628795?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/55486248200628795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=55486248200628795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/55486248200628795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/55486248200628795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/01/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R91y9dry58I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fQkJHnoIte4/s72-c/paradise+flower+01b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3829868872238593166</id><published>2008-01-06T18:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:26:32.060+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycles'/><title type='text'>Fun in the flooded forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden storm left the woods flooded. Boys rode the bicycles through the water laughing and splashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R5GJ7WGt5xI/AAAAAAAAADI/dcff0jwBmDg/s1600-h/FFF+01bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R5GJ7WGt5xI/AAAAAAAAADI/dcff0jwBmDg/s200/FFF+01bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157054700954969874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This painting is a contrast with the previous painting which showed stillness and use of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;limited colour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It was the second time I have tried painting moving objects. I wanted to leave brush marks in the front to create the movement using a dry brush and in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the back I used a wet brush on wet paint to show still water. Also, I spent some time composing the lighting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3829868872238593166?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3829868872238593166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3829868872238593166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3829868872238593166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3829868872238593166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-in-flooded-forest.html' title='Fun in the flooded forest'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R5GJ7WGt5xI/AAAAAAAAADI/dcff0jwBmDg/s72-c/FFF+01bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-4628715257786402605</id><published>2007-12-30T06:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:45:04.650+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>study of the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R3b3zmGt5vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BW5CuDgv240/s1600-h/301107studay+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R3b3zmGt5vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BW5CuDgv240/s200/301107studay+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149575689718851314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is the copy from some artist  who well understands light in water-color painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was interested in such a simple composition of the light painted within the limitations of just a few colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I did not know what mixture of colors she used so I chose ultramarine , yellow ochre and burnt sienna to make a variety of tones and it turned out quite satisfactorily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-4628715257786402605?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4628715257786402605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=4628715257786402605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/4628715257786402605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/4628715257786402605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/12/study-of-light.html' title='study of the light'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/R3b3zmGt5vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BW5CuDgv240/s72-c/301107studay+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-9192356823171324869</id><published>2007-10-21T17:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:05:59.366+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Summer Stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsU6hxx1TI/AAAAAAAAACo/1UPyFIvf5RQ/s1600-h/070815fishinng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123711996796196146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsU6hxx1TI/AAAAAAAAACo/1UPyFIvf5RQ/s200/070815fishinng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my favorite spot in the park this summer. I used to talk to these children and they responded cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;This place was shelted by the thick tree branches so that it was a pleasant play spot for them to escape from the fierce heat this summer. I was attracted by a couple of lines like spot lights on the dark water which showed the children clearly and you felt cool air and summer heat at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-9192356823171324869?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9192356823171324869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=9192356823171324869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9192356823171324869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9192356823171324869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/10/summer.html' title='Summer Stream'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsU6hxx1TI/AAAAAAAAACo/1UPyFIvf5RQ/s72-c/070815fishinng2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7820465391764653921</id><published>2007-10-21T17:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:03:46.691+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Pencil  Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsTVBxx1SI/AAAAAAAAACg/lmzOxpGCWy0/s1600-h/DSC01467b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123710253039473954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsTVBxx1SI/AAAAAAAAACg/lmzOxpGCWy0/s200/DSC01467b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the one of 25 pencil drawings done over the past two months for a book entitled “A Book of Talk” to be published next February. It is of Daniel Dennett, a philosopher who recently became famous by questioning religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting exercise to study human faces from photographs. Before I started to draw the face, I spent some time trying to catch the characteristic lines on the face, structure of the head and parts of the face. What interested me was that when only a single line was misplaced or drawn on the face, this made the person looked almost a completely different person. The most important places to focus on were eyes and mouth. If they were done well, the character would emerge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7820465391764653921?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7820465391764653921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7820465391764653921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7820465391764653921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7820465391764653921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/10/summer-stream.html' title='Pencil  Drawing'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RxsTVBxx1SI/AAAAAAAAACg/lmzOxpGCWy0/s72-c/DSC01467b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-1562319031761003718</id><published>2007-08-26T13:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:49:57.188+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>After rain in the forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RtEGMlLv80I/AAAAAAAAACQ/yrzsQuTInXQ/s1600-h/Ater+rain+in+forest+070818a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102866665997071170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RtEGMlLv80I/AAAAAAAAACQ/yrzsQuTInXQ/s200/Ater+rain+in+forest+070818a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;After heavy rain fell in the forest there were pools here and there. This is one of them. It looks like a grand painting of the sky and trees, which were cut out from Nature and hanging on the wall of the ground. It was a wonderful masterpiece of Art Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I tried to contrast the brightness of the sky through the reflection in the water with darkness in the damp ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-1562319031761003718?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1562319031761003718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=1562319031761003718' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1562319031761003718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/1562319031761003718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-rain-in-forest.html' title='After rain in the forest'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RtEGMlLv80I/AAAAAAAAACQ/yrzsQuTInXQ/s72-c/Ater+rain+in+forest+070818a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-6290475075997513513</id><published>2007-07-19T09:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:08:50.552+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobwebs'/><title type='text'>spider cobweb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rp6zH3Nlq-I/AAAAAAAAACI/U_fDt-AJIgs/s1600-h/070719c.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088701576636640226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rp6zH3Nlq-I/AAAAAAAAACI/U_fDt-AJIgs/s200/070719c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One morning, I was breathless for a second when I saw some lines of sparkling diamond light outside of the window. This wonder of nature which had fascinated me since the time I was a child was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;cobweb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never got tired of watching these being made by a spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me, it was a sense of surprise and as if it were some magical work completing the form in a beautiful design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took some days for me to create the cobweb in my painting and composition to create a sense of depth behind the web. Getting the right tones in the colors took a of lot work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-6290475075997513513?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6290475075997513513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=6290475075997513513' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6290475075997513513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6290475075997513513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/spider-web_19.html' title='spider cobweb'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rp6zH3Nlq-I/AAAAAAAAACI/U_fDt-AJIgs/s72-c/070719c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-9110243021510087386</id><published>2007-06-22T19:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:20:01.724+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RnuhRKZM55I/AAAAAAAAABw/fdsGvcp6z7g/s1600-h/070610sanpo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078830321010272146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RnuhRKZM55I/AAAAAAAAABw/fdsGvcp6z7g/s200/070610sanpo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the two figures which disappeared in a second at the entrance of the park. It was as if they vanished into the morning light while walking. The two trees stood there like a gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;公園の入り口で垣間見た大小の姿が消えたときの印象。まるで二人が、朝の空気の中へ散歩に行ったような瞬間。2本の木が、門のようにも見えた。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-9110243021510087386?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9110243021510087386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=9110243021510087386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9110243021510087386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/9110243021510087386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/06/walk-with-grandpa_22.html' title='Walk with grandpa'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RnuhRKZM55I/AAAAAAAAABw/fdsGvcp6z7g/s72-c/070610sanpo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-8199518323638335627</id><published>2007-06-07T21:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:46:42.091+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>palm trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rm_Y3aZM54I/AAAAAAAAABo/RTs0Qgi4shs/s1600-h/070604phuket5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rm_Y3aZM54I/AAAAAAAAABo/RTs0Qgi4shs/s200/070604phuket5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075513751559268226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;tropical&lt;/span&gt; view when I looked up at the sky from the beach chair . About 20 to 30 m&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trees, were standing&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;joyously .&lt;/span&gt; They were so much like the local people there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-8199518323638335627?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8199518323638335627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=8199518323638335627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8199518323638335627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/8199518323638335627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/06/palm-trees.html' title='palm trees'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rm_Y3aZM54I/AAAAAAAAABo/RTs0Qgi4shs/s72-c/070604phuket5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2347376505272372576</id><published>2007-04-20T10:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:41:10.210+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Rotoiti's sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RigaK6NrRYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kWe6ktI-6aY/s1600-h/Rotoiti+09b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RigaK6NrRYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kWe6ktI-6aY/s200/Rotoiti+09b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055319356451014018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have often visited  Lake Rotoiti during Christmases and Easters. Sunset is a special time there.&lt;br /&gt;Facing west down the lake ,the light in the sky changes as fast as wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captureing the right moment and the right colours is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;So I painted this sunset using my memories and imagination. It might remind you of some sunset you have seen elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this work I focussed on clarity and varieties of tones. I also paid attention to the sense of the space by guiding the viewers eye movements through the use of perspective devices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2347376505272372576?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2347376505272372576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2347376505272372576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2347376505272372576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2347376505272372576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/rotoitis-sunset.html' title='Rotoiti&apos;s sunset'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RigaK6NrRYI/AAAAAAAAABY/kWe6ktI-6aY/s72-c/Rotoiti+09b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2266462106610964359</id><published>2007-04-09T15:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:04:01.753+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhndIjJNGsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gsMbcRNrhLs/s1600-h/birthday+party+060909b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhndIjJNGsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gsMbcRNrhLs/s200/birthday+party+060909b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051311596015262402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago we stayed at a 300 year old stone cottage at the lake district. As soon as I stepped into the room, my eyes were glued to  one of the photos of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the photo of a bunch of girls playing in the garden and  just like our daughter's 6 years old birhtday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt as if I was in the picture with them listening to girls giggling, laughing and noises of running footsteops.&lt;br /&gt;After the trip I recreated the photo to the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these memories came to me all sudden  while I was watching the movie "Miss Potter" , who lived in the lake district.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2266462106610964359?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2266462106610964359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2266462106610964359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2266462106610964359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2266462106610964359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhndIjJNGsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gsMbcRNrhLs/s72-c/birthday+party+060909b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-6146451088496268890</id><published>2007-04-02T18:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:13:59.813+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still object'/><title type='text'>The passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhDVdxs7bOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZA_EaZRLYTQ/s1600-h/Crucifixion+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhDVdxs7bOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZA_EaZRLYTQ/s200/Crucifixion+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048769889817029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get exhausted by the hustle of Roma ,  the best place is the church as the shelter.One afternoon I went into the Bassilica di Santa Maria degli angeli  to excape from the heat and noise , I saw  a bronze sculpture which was illuminated by the candle lights .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's colour was dull and dark bronze but I could see the blood shedding from his  chest and air around him was  mysterious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-6146451088496268890?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6146451088496268890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=6146451088496268890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6146451088496268890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/6146451088496268890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/passion.html' title='The passion'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RhDVdxs7bOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZA_EaZRLYTQ/s72-c/Crucifixion+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3754027425172419564</id><published>2007-03-19T11:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:31:55.102+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landscape'/><title type='text'>Rain begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3loqZM57I/AAAAAAAAACA/6c02lOGceEo/s1600-h/rain070623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079468441481308082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3loqZM57I/AAAAAAAAACA/6c02lOGceEo/s200/rain070623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rf4HIOW3hoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LcacyrbrqfA/s1600-h/cabbage+trees+and+boats+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, one of the challenging subjects is the sky and sea which are changing constantly. I am lucky to be where I can look at them spread out right in front of our garden.&lt;br /&gt;These two cabbage trees standing against strong winds have always fascinated me, I am reminded of something spiritual in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3754027425172419564?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3754027425172419564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3754027425172419564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3754027425172419564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3754027425172419564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/03/rain-begins.html' title='Rain begins'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3loqZM57I/AAAAAAAAACA/6c02lOGceEo/s72-c/rain070623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-7594591045846792225</id><published>2007-03-06T15:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:28:40.414+09:00</updated><title type='text'>break/一休み</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Re0l_yK0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b38hNyXlKek/s1600-h/070304bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Re0l_yK0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b38hNyXlKek/s200/070304bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038725335826589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight  at the back street in Napoli.  I wanted to paint  the light and the heat in southern Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Also their  washing lines were interesting and they looked like international  flags at the distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-7594591045846792225?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7594591045846792225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=7594591045846792225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7594591045846792225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/7594591045846792225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/03/break.html' title='break/一休み'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Re0l_yK0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b38hNyXlKek/s72-c/070304bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-3485262369379596668</id><published>2007-02-23T13:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:43:55.430+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rd5wrl5MeGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gxrKXRG1YQo/s1600-h/061220barry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rd5wrl5MeGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gxrKXRG1YQo/s200/061220barry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034585327655483490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy talk with a glass of vino.&lt;br /&gt;幸せの時間&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-3485262369379596668?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3485262369379596668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=3485262369379596668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3485262369379596668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/3485262369379596668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/portrait.html' title='Portrait'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rd5wrl5MeGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gxrKXRG1YQo/s72-c/061220barry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521870814588017750.post-2863245993726043569</id><published>2007-02-18T13:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:29:13.238+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romeo and Juliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3k_aZM56I/AAAAAAAAAB4/obl3hgGvx78/s1600-h/R&amp;J070623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079467732811704226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3k_aZM56I/AAAAAAAAAB4/obl3hgGvx78/s200/R%26J070623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/RdfeK15MeFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K9md_qPhErs/s1600-h/R&amp;amp;J220107b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From a photograph taken in Vico in Puglia, Italy in a restaurant inside an old castle. Photo taken July 2005. I was fascinated by the light at night. That is pretty much as it was. But the two figures are a composite of people coming and going during the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="JA"   style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521870814588017750-2863245993726043569?l=kimiyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2863245993726043569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521870814588017750&amp;postID=2863245993726043569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2863245993726043569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521870814588017750/posts/default/2863245993726043569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimiyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>Kimiyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04687704212534160532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yM7Pvv1zq4w/Rn3k_aZM56I/AAAAAAAAAB4/obl3hgGvx78/s72-c/R%26J070623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
