In Taipei's realm, a sulky air prevails,
As milk tea spills, the sky it entails.
In each homesick afternoon, I find,
The air, syrupy sweet, weighs on my mind.
I ponder upon my own emotions deep,
And ask Taipei, why this air we keep?
She replies, "Not anger, just a hint of pride,"
In this dialogue, loneliness does coincide.
Like the canvas of our souls, I feel,
Is it loneliness? Anger? Or a hint of zeal?
In this interplay of melancholy and grace,
What words would you share with Taipei's space?
Leave your thoughts and feelings, do confide,
In this weathered air, like the painting's tide.☁️🍵
Artwork Specifications:
W: 50 cm H: 70 cm
Acrylic painting on wood
Encased in a textured oak frame
Total weight of the artwork, including the frame, is approximately 2-3 kg.
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