Lonely as a Crowd
Size (h w d): 8.3 x 5.8 in
Medium: Ink on paper
Creation Date: April 04, 2015
Created during cherry blossoms season in Hamamatsu, Japan, this evocative doodle captures some of my sense of alienation as well as quiet pleasure as a Chinese American expat moving through throngs of Japanese cherry blossom viewers. It also pays obvious homage to William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Size (h w d): 8.3 x 5.8 in
Medium: Ink on paper
Creation Date: April 04, 2015
Created during cherry blossoms season in Hamamatsu, Japan, this evocative doodle captures some of my sense of alienation as well as quiet pleasure as a Chinese American expat moving through throngs of Japanese cherry blossom viewers. It also pays obvious homage to William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Size (h w d): 8.3 x 5.8 in
Medium: Ink on paper
Creation Date: April 04, 2015
Created during cherry blossoms season in Hamamatsu, Japan, this evocative doodle captures some of my sense of alienation as well as quiet pleasure as a Chinese American expat moving through throngs of Japanese cherry blossom viewers. It also pays obvious homage to William Wordsworth’s poem, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.