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I read this book in Chinese a long time ago, then I read it again in English when I was studying in Australia. Back to my overseas studying time, I had to take the ferries from the place I lived to school each day for a while. Not mention the terrible home sick I had, the ending of relationship with my first boy-friend, when I struggled with every single little detail in life. But nothing could stop my love of the ocean and I enjoyed taking ferries on beautiful and stormy days. Watching the sun-rising or sun-setting, sailing by the magnificent city landscape and the awesome boats out on the sea, I promised myself that I knew I would overcome the difficulties...
Years later, I started painting watercolors after moving to Bay Area in California, and the first one in my mind was how to paint The Old Man and the Sea... One Sunday morning, it had been raining for days, I finally got to create this painting on the kitchen counter at the old condo during winter of 2005. I think I document my life experience with painting rather than by writing in a diary. I may not to have good vocabulary to write, but I paint with my heart for understanding life.
The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingway's most enduring works. The story was told that an old Cuban fisherman, down on his luck, and his supreme ordeal -- a relentless, agonizing battle with a giant marlin far out in the Gulf Stream. My English was still so limited when I read it, but it was in language of great simplicity and power, in strikingly contemporary style, the classic theme of courage in the face of defeat, of personal triumph won from loss.