<?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-378797240436869552</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:39:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i l l u s  ᴛ ᴙ ᴀ  t i o n</title><subtitle type='html'>art and illustration</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08368971180925466496</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378797240436869552.post-5283423075586024619</id><published>2008-05-06T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:14:06.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SCBqq1ztxUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/85tkkOmUf7E/s1600-h/polarity.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SCBqq1ztxUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/85tkkOmUf7E/s200/polarity.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197271254216590658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y painting "The Pattern of Yosemite" has been selected for inclusion in the show "Call of the Wild" at the Polarity Post Productions in San Francisco. The theme for this competition is my favorite one so far. It reminds me of Jack London's most heart-stirring novel "The Call of the Wild."&lt;/span&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/378797240436869552-5283423075586024619?l=estellaliu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/5283423075586024619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/5283423075586024619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/2008/05/pattern-of-yosemite.html' title='The Call of the Wild'/><author><name>Estella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08368971180925466496</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/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SCBqq1ztxUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/85tkkOmUf7E/s72-c/polarity.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378797240436869552.post-589062873715113610</id><published>2008-04-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:14:06.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Romanza- Hollyhock House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_IVNMuQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a_dFYwc1S00/s1600-h/1208235478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_IVNMuQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a_dFYwc1S00/s200/1208235478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190397614164326658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Through a long and narrow porch, I came to the door of Hollyhock House in an extremely hot afternoon. The sun of southern California made its most effort to bring out the every exquisite detail of that temple-like house on the Olive Hill. The weighty door at the entrance let me feel I was about to uncover something mysterious in that sacred palace. After I walked into the house, the delicacy inside struck my every feeling. Immediately, my eyes were caught by a piece of artwork above the fireplace in the living room. I would never have known Master Wright was such a great artist until that painting-like stone relief occupied my heart. The stone "painting," which was designed by Master Wright, was to me a miniature of that architecture. Somehow, I could seek the graceful pattern for constructing that building through the very pure geometry in that stone relief. Like immersing myself in the bloom of hollyhock, I could smell the fragrance from those abstract shapes of this flower on the roofline, wall, columns, furniture and even carpet while wandering over every corner in that house. Then I realized that the house was like a temple for celebrating the beauty of hollyhock. Master Wright was truly a poetic artist who understood how to compose the harmonious rhymes in his works. I did think that once your heart got lost on the Olive Hill, you would appreciate how lovely that the musical term "California Romanza" referred to the Hollyhock House.  &lt;/span&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/378797240436869552-589062873715113610?l=estellaliu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/589062873715113610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/589062873715113610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/2008/04/california-romanza-hollyhock-house.html' title='California Romanza- Hollyhock House'/><author><name>Estella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08368971180925466496</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/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_IVNMuQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a_dFYwc1S00/s72-c/1208235478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378797240436869552.post-7328151813099810113</id><published>2008-04-03T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:14:06.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_p1NMuRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/By_LyUmS4r8/s1600-h/unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_p1NMuRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/By_LyUmS4r8/s200/unknown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190398189689944338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With a sudden twist, I have no idea if it's a view of the starry sky from the meadow or a mirror-like pond in a serene night. The enchanting thing about painting is the absolute purity in the moments I devote myself to exploring those paths to the unknown. Unknown is always a beauty of life. &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/378797240436869552-7328151813099810113?l=estellaliu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/7328151813099810113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/7328151813099810113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/2008/04/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>Estella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08368971180925466496</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/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_p1NMuRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/By_LyUmS4r8/s72-c/unknown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378797240436869552.post-6265019516137593055</id><published>2008-03-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:14:06.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the constellations would look like if I were on another planet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_9VNMuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UsBK3amh8qs/s1600-h/Constellation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_9VNMuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UsBK3amh8qs/s200/Constellation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190398524697393442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just know that Mizar, the second star from the end of the Big Dipper's handle, is a multiple star system composed of five stars. How interesting that the constellations in our sky are out of the optical illusions. I start wondering and dreaming about--what the constellations would look like if I were on another planet? And what kind of myth that our sun would contribute to another constellation?&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/378797240436869552-6265019516137593055?l=estellaliu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/6265019516137593055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378797240436869552/posts/default/6265019516137593055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estellaliu.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-constellations-would-look-like-if.html' title='What the constellations would look like if I were on another planet?'/><author><name>Estella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08368971180925466496</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/_5PwEziZG9Ac/SAf_9VNMuSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UsBK3amh8qs/s72-c/Constellation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
