16 degree, the weather is cloudy and it is nice. I went to the art centre in Brisbane’s Culture Centre. There is a nice place which full of fine arts. When I saw them, I suddenly realise art is so different to different people. One master piece will lead to thousand comprehensions. Different people see different meaning from it. I wonder what the stories behind the art are. Are they crying for expressing freedom and rebellion? Or are they just describing the history and feeling of their time?

The arts are the soul of human being. They are alive. I saw souls and emotion within them. They move by the colour and they tell by the paint. It is like stories told by the world itself. They are the motioning history itself.

Now, it is getting colder but it is ok. I wish I can live like the art. So I can rewind back to when the motion last. The moment of beauty last.

But, could I?

Only God knows.