如果願意相信

Andrew Wyeth, my favorite painter, passed away on Jan 16th at 92 years old.

I first saw his paints in person in winter 2005, the first year I came to US. Before that, I only see his paints in the art textbooks.

Don't really know how to talk about this, but his paints strongly make me feel related to deep personal emotions. Those things you could never truly describe in words; those things which only show in between twinkles, in a chilly cloudy dry winter morning.

Fare well, my great master.