Highlights from Hong Kong’s Art Central

Smooth micro­dos­ing kick­starter, migas occu­py sar­to­r­i­al ennui sus­tain­able green juice cardi­gan farm-to-table offal. Authen­tic kale chips every­day velit auc­tor ali­quet. A won­der­ful seren­i­ty has tak­en pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet morn­ings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was cre­at­ed for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquis­ite sense of mere tran­quil exis­tence, that I neglect my tal­ents. I should be inca­pable of draw­ing a sin­gle stroke at the present moment and yet.

I feel that I nev­er was a greater artist than now. When, while the love­ly val­ley teems with vapour around me, and the merid­i­an sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impen­e­tra­ble foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tu­ary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trick­ling stream.

When, while the love­ly val­ley teems with vapour around me, and the merid­i­an sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impen­e­tra­ble foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tu­ary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trick­ling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thou­sand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz.

Oh, would I could describe these con­cep­tions, could impress upon paper all that is liv­ing so full and warm with­in me, that it might be the mir­ror of my soul, as my soul is the mir­ror of the infi­nite God! My friend but it is too much for my strength. I sink under the weight of the splen­dour of these visions!

A won­der­ful seren­i­ty has tak­en pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet morn­ings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was cre­at­ed for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquis­ite sense of mere tran­quil exis­tence, that I neglect my tal­ents. I should be inca­pable of draw­ing.