went to see Louise Bourgeois' show at Moca today. Everybody knows she's awesome, but in what degree, one has to see her works in person.
I followed her media and concepts one by one, suddenly realized that throughout my short art career, there is one perfect word to describe my journey.
"Stumble" or "flounder," that is what I've been doing all these years. I was afraid of speaking my mind. I followed my works instead of myself. I was pushed around by the society and the vanity of the art world. Therefore I have a hard time sticking to one media or concept, or worse, to my true desires. Can't blame on the system, I'm the one who chose to be a ass-kissing pleaser.
What a shame! But how does one ungrow what was taught to us since we were born? Aren't we supposed to be sweet little girls? Even if we are not sweet anymore, we still have to dress up for gallery openings, don't we?
The first realization of this year, I have been a stumbler.