What I read and think recently:
Illustrations
I find I prefer illustrations to paintings. Not because of their narrative, but because of their lightness. Most paintings seem so classic and serious that you have to be hat in hand, or even hold your breath to look at them, analyzing their outstanding. It is painful for me: it turns into a course similar with resolving a math problem, rather than just enjoy it. The fame makes the beauty of paintings become too heavy and hard to be enjoyed. In contract, illustrations are light and soft. They are usually considered as a trivial part of a story book: making the book look more beautiful, however, without them, the book may be still attractive. If paintings are academic papers frightening me, illustrations should be the light poems which I can pick up at anytime easily. Of course, the most suitable time is cold winter night: huddling in the warm quilt and read from whatever page you open, just enjoy it under the golden light from the bedside lamp. They are more approachable. I still remember the illustrations in the Andersen Fairy Stories which are the series with old, grass green covers.
http://www.artpassions.net/
You can find my favorite illustrator: Aubrey Beardsley in this website. The unhealthy beauty in his works smells special aroma.
Articles written by Huang Biyun
Let me try to translate the paragraphs impressing me the most (however, obviously, they are not my favorite: they are too plain and simple, in the opposite of my penchant for ravishing words with complicate and mature skills).
An excerpt from her article: Dragging by the fate in the dark
3. “Everything taken place takes place according to the strict inevitability. This is a transcendental truth; as a result, it is irrefutable. No matter how disorder one’s entire life seems from the surface, inside, it is a harmony as a whole. Life has certain direction of development as well as certain significance of enlightenment. It is simply a skillfully constructed epic. Have gone through a long life and made a careful check of it, almost everyone may come out with predestination at some moment of his life. Looking back on the details, sometimes people will find out what happened in life seems to be arranged previously, while the persons appeared look like the actors just performing in conformity with the play.
Certain structure in everyone’s life can be partly explained from his unchangeable character in his blood, which drags him to the same obit all the time. That is our inside compass, a mysterious impulse, which leads us to the road that is exclusively suitable for us. However, only at the moment one has finished his life, he can find the road leading to the same direction from beginning to end.” Schopenhauer talked about fate in that way.
So he quoted: “Fate leads the obedient ones while drags the reluctant ones.”
…My translation looks so bad that I hope everyone who has read the original works will forgive my terrible attempt…However, I will continue. Eh, maybe.