gummi Chandelier ii in detail

gummi Chandelier ii in detail
Inside the gummi bear Chandelier Jr.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Haven installation in Sharjah, UAE


Sharjah CalligraphyBiennial is a celebration of Arabic calligraphy art where hundreds of Arabic calligraphers from around the world gather every two years. Scholars, critics and curators of Arabic calligraphy, and artists who are not calligraphers but use calligraphy as their media also participate in this festival that spans a couple of months and comprises parallel exhibitions in multiple museums, seminars, panel discussions, workshops, and award ceremonies. This was my second time being part of the Biennial and, as in the first time, I was amazed by the beauty and versatility of Arabic calligraphy.

Light boxes on the exterior wall of Sharah Art Museum
One of the exhibitions features international artists like me whose contemporary work incorporates calligraphy. For several years, I have saved boxes of my mother’s calligraphy studies from the landfills and created large sculptural installations with them. Since I am interested in expanding the sensory components in my installation by working with choreographers or musicians, I invited my composer friend Jie Ma to lend a piece this time.

The production itself took several months with the assistance of two friends. Together, we made 5,667 paper bricks including approximate 1,600 blank ones and 5,000 with calligraphy studies. Each brick was folded from one or two sheets of Chinese calligraphy paper (double xuan paper) or tracing paper to increase the strength but still maintaining the translucency.

Considering the light weight of the paper bricks, experiments and engineering had to be carried out. Ryan from M.A.S. Plastics in Van Nuys mapped out the diagram according to my design and cut strips of thin acrylic to form the two “shelves” where paper bricks will sit on. Each shelf holds paper bricks of 14-stack high which is the highest without compromising the integrity of ones in the bottom.

“Haven”(detail)
The professional staff at SharjahArt Museum and Sharjah Art Foundation worked tirelessly before and after the artists arrived in Sharjah. It is especially heartwarming to me because I have worked with the same team when I installed another show here in 2014, another unconventional and labor-intensive process. It is delightful to see old friends on the other side of the world again. The technicians and museum staff, some with more than two decades of experience, are exhibition experts and my “Santa Clauses” who make wishes come true! “Haven” is a challenging project to be installed for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew I was in good hands.

Abdul Rahman from south India with 23 years of art installing experience assisted me installing "Haven"
Shah Jahan is the lighting guru I had to communicate with first. Once I secured his assistance, the most important task is accomplished. The thing I admire the most about these technicians are their dedication and willingness to go the extra mile in order to materialize an artist’s vision. No hesitation, no compromise. As soon as I relayed my desire to light nothing but the bricks and we experimented with a few paper bricks to determine the lighting needed to achieve the translucency, Shah Jahan’s decision was quick: all the lights and tracks are to be removed from the ceiling and reinstalled on the walls. 

An empty gallery is the most wonderful sculpture, full of promise.
Next, Abdul Rahman, who only put up with my ever-changing mind for the tenth time, stood on the scaffolding drilling 100 holes on the concrete ceiling and patching. After the painters touched up the ceiling for the third time, David, who specializes in exhibition flooring, installed the exhibition carpet. It is a felt-like material with adhesive backing, a wonderful solution to a painted floor, and minimizes the shoe prints on a dark floor. Then, a tough phase followed, the acrylic strips took us another 3 full days to get them up and leveled due to some engineering problems.

Acrylic strips are up and swinging.
At last, the fun started: unpacking 61 boxes, picking and choosing the right paper bricks for each level while creating a visual balance between the blank and the written ones. I am the only one who can decide where which one goes and, steadily, on the swinging acrylic strips, I laid the bricks of my mother’s and my labor for another 36 hours.



The acrylic strips and the paper brick walls were swaying due to the strong air flow by the air conditioning. Museum AC team was called to redirect the vent. The lighting technician came back to install the flood lights on the walls. 


The maquette in my studio few months ago is now realized in full scale in Sharjah Art Museum, exactly the way I envisioned it.

In the final stretch, cut-out words were suspended in the center of the labyrinth and the pool of ink was set up. 



Shah Jahan came to set up the barn doors to fine tune the lighting on the center wall. A few days before the opening, the protective film was peeled off from the exhibition carpet and the final clean-up was conducted.
This photo is not for publicity but is my favorite, showing the installation next to the Islamic patterned window casting a beautiful reflection on the marble floor.



Thursday, January 30, 2014

Monet的豆沙紅

Claude Monet 1889 Valley of the Creuse, Evening Effect oil on canvas 65 x 81 cm Musée Marmottan-Monet, Paris


Monet的豆沙紅,
在晚午時分攀上了山崖邊,
湊合著對角山頭的陽光與花海
教粉紅幽幽隱著暗調的raw umber

近乎涅的焦褐垂倚在曠遠的紫綠前,
樹蔭背光下,雙眼摟著一層降階音符,
陽光欲墜。
Monet的豆沙紅蒸發起下邊的枯茶棕,
圓潤筆尖勾起波波伶俐的亮小豆。

初識的淡粉清黃膚紅水藍
難耐寸寸中年登高望遠伴失落。
Monet的豆沙紅揚起,
鋪灑了自信也裹不住的抑鬱。

2013.12.24與母親賞國立歷史博物館「印象·經典」莫內展

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

It is inherently rebellious


It is inherently rebellious,
tempting us to search day and night 
until One of us finds the tension so thin 
that a gentle tap can break the surface.

It is the rhythm that swings between two aspens in a field of white verticals,
each stretches to the blue before green caps the desire off,
a desire we did not recognize until it is a lost dream.
I too yearn for the permission to break,
yet tending to the tension so that 
all remain agreeable.

It is inherently rebellious, 
retracting time backwards while pushing us forward,
much like sitting in a train travelling in the opposite direction,
where the world glamours itself before we have a chance to touch or savor it.

It does not belong to us after all.
It does not belong to any of those we think it belongs to either.
It is inherently rebellious, didn't I tell you?

It breaks where we uphold it well and
merges where incisions are performed repeatedly.
I've seen it flee under a solidified status,
I've seen it linger when all was washed away in a flash. 
It is inherently rebellious, didn't I tell you?

Sunday, September 23, 2012

11 feet straight lines in two sections


It is such a morning when I did not remember I have slept.
It is such another morning I woke with the fundamental question of survival.

An ambitious spider defied the norm,
spun a total length of 11 feet, in two sections, aiming to build large, yet exhausted.

I questioned again,
why do I art?

It would be selfish to work for the primitive satisfaction of hands and mind.
It would be blind to work for the earthly substance.
It would be forgetful to work for the celestial elevation.
why do I art?

Does one must breathe when a respiratory system was given?
Does one must fight or fear when a sensation of death is near?
Is free will as free as one assume, without obligation to a reason of survival?

Did the ambitious spider spin for a meal
or
for her experiments of new ways to spin?

Her adventurous 11 feet straight lines in two sections most likely failed the supper,
yet achieved a recognizable hell of useless admiration from an equally impractical artist.


Saturday, August 18, 2012

First week in Montalvo

There is magic power pass midnight.
Muse comes in contact when liver goes into detox.

My first week in Montalvo Arts Center:
mountains
Saratoga
California.
Music
Food
global initiatives
indefinable.

Under the 4 windows
I read ink paintings,
observe polarities,
fight for a reason to be me.

Wings flung open late at night,
resistance dissolved.
Tomorrow, we will battle again.


Eden and I had a conversation on the difficulty times in our 30s.
Out of the presumptuous, not yet reclaim oneself,
I too feel like a snake having a hard time shedding her old skin.

Identity butchers the spirit.

We stayed late and danced.

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Dream Catcher

White dream,
leading from the silver thread,
fell out of the dream catcher,
on blue,
on grey,
on fainted reflection.

Travelling in quirky entanglement,
swirled towards opposite direction from the last turn,
CH 27 stitches,
then 5.3.

Melody sounded like breath,
like minty smile,
like lips in water,
unraveled through the dream catcher,
over flew as introverted bubbles.

It was a pleasant dream,
in a moment seeking mutual greetings.

We were there,
listening to the shadow who spoke to the form.
Spilling,
cascading,
and flowing again.


Inspired by Renée Azenaro's sculpture at create/re/create, an exhibition in den contemporary, West Hollywood, CA.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

夜 (Night.)

Calligraphy sculpture study 01: 夜

In a city, moon is always so bright.
Street lamps building lights vehicle beams and flickering monitors.

Women light their torches
while men search for the claimed.
Out to the alley they go.
Horses greet with a neigh, goats glimpse back:
"Fools, there is no star close enough to guide you,
there is no answer loud enough to wake you.
What you are looking for was never lost.
Go home now, my child."

Friday, May 18, 2012

A true purpose for this blog

I am drawing a steady line,
connecting the past to present,
from pure thought to over thinking,
and back to neutrality.

It was a struggle to place myself in an honest position, artistically.
The toggle war between what came naturally and what came with fiscal calculation.
Today, I claim the courage to search for "me."

It was not an intention to use this blog as marketing tools for my art.
Yet, services to friends and supporters who are not facebook inclined is a courtesy.

Occasional I will post important updates in the studio and exhibition announcement.
Most of the minutes will lay on the verses I made up with my silent tongue, call it linguistic sculpture, shall we?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

between Sandy Owen and his piano

There was a bag of joy, carried on my shoulders.
Flied with it, we sailed.
Somehow it grew heavy, mixed with judgement and self criticism,
filled with fear, doubt, expectations of the world the fame the wealth and the reputation.

It is a spot light went dimmed.
Like an over indulged addiction, it drooped.
Treasured as marvelous jewel, I held it close to my chest; hard to breath.
Heavy as a ton of gold, I wore it as a crown; never to look up again.

My bag of joy is now a wagon loaded with resentment.
Pushed, I trekked the dry spell of truth.
Dragged, I crawled through the desert of sorries.
joy. suffering.

I no longer talked to my art,
I no longer listen to my heart.

It's time to leave, it's time to shut.
Shut the fabricated sense of world,
shut the pretended story of me.

When it no longer chatters, I hear the sound of pure honesty,
that is
what it was
between Sandy and his piano,
between me and my art.
If I don't hear this conversation,
who is to listen to it.

inspired by Sandy Owen's interview on Between the Lines with Barry Kibrick, Sat. 01/15

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Transcending materials

I was admiring the artists on Walter Maciel Gallery's website. Suddenly I broke through the eggshell which has been encasing my brain for years, realized that I have been a slave of materials.
It may seem like I see what other don't see when it comes to working with daily materials. The truth is that I've been on a leash lead by these mundane products. They dictate what I will make and cage me in the name of "sculpture." That is tragical, no wonder many artists no longer associate themselves with the title of sculptors or painters.

I thought I have seen the unseen, but actually I have only seen what was taught to me to see. To truly be free, I must transcend the function, history and nature of the material. If I were able to transcend the form of the material, I'd be marvelously successful.

Materials are simply tools, like a computer, one must not build lives, believes or conceptions on them. I am enlightened. Thank you, fellow artists!

Friday, January 06, 2012

Moon Rabbit was born in fast speed!

One sculpture in 7 days! It looks as fun as it was to create my moon rabbit!



To adopt the Moon Rabbit, please visit http://eliminateregifting.com/
under Los Angeles >>> YaYa Chou link. You have until Jan. 15, 2012, to bid on this bouncer!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Patrón residency on Hollywood Blvd.

Patrón Spirits Company created an artist residency program, “Simply Perfect,” which transforms vacant storefront windows into artists studios. Across the country from NYC to Chicago, SF and LA, artists are invited to create works live for 7 days and all finished works will be auctioned off to benefit local art organizations.

Here is a brief account of my journey from Dec. 20-26, 2011

Dec. 20, 2011 Tuesday

Sliced a chuck of my right thumb off last night. A great way to start a sculpture when one is right handed and needs to use power tools.
Reclaimed one of my previous sculpture and carved patterns on it. The rough plaster texture reminded me of a moon. A moon means a moon rabbit to me because I'm a Chinese, and rabbits living on the moon is the most ridiculous thing I've heard yet my favorite folklore in the world.


Dec. 21, 2011 Wednesday
Tourists are aimlessly naming what they saw on Hollywood Walk of Fame outside the window. My favorite Meryl Streep is right there, very close to me. That is an auspicious sign.
More carvings today: rabbits x 3 and mushrooms x 2. Seeing through a mushroom cutout, there is the hopping rabbit!
Sanded all rough edges, created enough plaster cloud to bury me.



Dec. 22, 2011 Thursday

There are a lot of movie characters standing in front of Kodak Theatre so tourists can take photos with them. Today I spotted a Bumblebee from the movie Transformers, whose costume probably has stilts built in to elevate him. He walked like he has injured hips... perhaps stung by a real bumble bee!
Back to the studio, finished carving, primed surfaces, started weaving the main rabbit with chicken wire. Oh gee, I left home exhausted, especially after seeing how odd that big head is.


Dec. 23, 2011 Friday

There is an increasing degree of excitement on the streets today. Liquor, Christmas, plus Hollywood Walk of Fame, even a soul will get lost.
For a whole night, I debated between faith and free will. You may think me as silly, of course that big head does not work on that rabbit, but life has played so much tricks on me that I no longer can tell what is natural or unnatural. "Free will" is what I chose this time.
Chopped off the head and made a new one!

My favorite conversation from the other side of the window today:
Girl: What's this?
Boy: Arts and crafts... engineering...
(Silence.)
Girl: Is that an upside down rabbit she cut out? Look, it is. It's a rabbit on the globe.
Boy: All I see is bubbles of chicken wires, lots of bubbles of chicken wire. (laughter)
Girl: She's making a rabbit, look! look! She's making the ears now! You See?
Boy:...
Girl: Apparently you don't know anything about this.


Dec. 24, 2011 Saturday
Did a lot of art supplies shopping in the morning. I swear I need to have a weekly updated inventory of everything Home Depot, Lowe's and local art/craft supply stores carry so I can be pre-warned if they stop carrying a certain item.
Today's job is to stretch fabric over the rabbit form. Primed the globe more. Tested the lamp base before I left... hm... jolly good! I left the light on for the night so Santa can see some art!

Dec. 25, 2011 Sunday
Cut into the left thumb this morning while sculpting the mushrooms, with 10 fingers left, I returned to work with pressure from the deadline.
Painted the rabbit with iridescent paint, very pearly! Started playing with acrylic paints on the globe. I name the purple-cobalt turquoise-maroon Palette of Urban Winter, perhaps inspired by the Hollywood locomotion.

Dec. 25, 2011 Sunday
Lobbying for husband's help, we installed the mushrooms. Epoxy clay all around and underneath to attach the mushrooms to the globe, I bet they won't budge. Continued painting, glued some fabric cutouts, finished 92% by the time I left.


Thank you, Roosevelt Hotel and Patrón, for a lovely and surprisingly productive time! Thank to all the pedestrians who stopped by, offered encouragement and/or entertained me with your conversations! Yes, I can hear you!

More updates on where to bid for this sculptural lantern, stay tuned!

Friday, November 04, 2011

Email campaign reorganization

Recently reorganized my email campaign with MailChimp. It is free and lots to learn. A pat on my back for sitting in front of computer for hours torturing my mouse with millions of clicks!

End result is worth it. The future arrives with ease; now that is one more routine simplified.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Steady

Continue the preparation of a solo show in den contemporary. Some works need to be remodeled or cleaned, new works are being born everyday. It is a blessing to have something to look forward to, yet carefully I tread the water of ego boosting. It is crucial to remain balanced so the ego doesn't blow up in my face.

Much growth happen this year, able to weld with little help from my teacher, able to keep busy in a slow time, able to stay with my work until it is done right, able to be calm in fear. Through a good opportunity like this, I see the path travelled, understand myself from the view of the world. Works seem different in appearance, yet all summed up my interests in organisms. For it be my concern in food safety, fantasy in animals' emotions and observation in the thinking process, I'm intrigued by how beings live.

You, as a being, are invited to experience the exhibition

"Soft Tissue"
at
den contemporary art, Los Angeles, CA

Sept. 22 - Oct. 28, 2011
Opening reception: Thursday, Sept. 22, 5-8:30pm

Solo show exhibiting gummi bear sculptures

glass sculpture in a large installation

works on paper

and other secrecy sculptures!
Come claim your surprise! Thank you!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Trinosaurs installed at Flag Stop 2011

Mommy and baby Trinosaurs are in for the Flag Stop event at Torrance, CA.

FLAG STOP is a new, alternative contemporary art event featuring shows by 50 exhibitors around the world, including Howard Fox, Emeritus Curator of Contemporary Art, LACMA; Scott Canty, Director/Curator of the Los Angeles Municipal Art Gallery; Lily Siegel, Curatorial Assistant at Moca, Los Angeles and many more noted galleries and curators.
 
DATES:Friday, September 2 - VIP Reception 6-9pm ( I will attend the Reception as well as live sculpting in one of the PODs... what is a POD? come and find out!)
Saturday, September 3 - free public admission 12-6pm
Sunday, September 4- free public admission 12-6pm
LOCATION:South Bay Lexus
24777 Crenshaw Blvd., Torrance, CA 90505
 
Visit FLAG STOP's facebook page to sneak preview the art and artists!

My favorite view of the Trinosaurs are their eager behinds:

In such eagerness they follow their mother, towards a world unknown.

The concept of this piece came from my observation that higher social class people have more access to nutrition knowledge while the lower class were left behind regarding the access to fresh and affordable produce as well as knowledge to the ingredients in foods.

A 1992 Finnish report concluded that "Men and women of lower social class follow trends set by upper social classes with a time lag of about ten years." This was in the 90s, as more food deserts looming in the US now, I think the 10 year gap is in no doubt widened to 20 years. Yes, some families still eat like dinosaurs and all that artificial ingredients are doing their job fattening the defend less people.

Not just the refined sugar one should be concerned about (they are now made of GE sugar beets), FD&C Yellow 5 is derived from coal tar. They are the main ingredients in gummi bears. Do you still love gummi bears as much as I do?

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

a tunnel in progress

Caught a glimpse of the new gummi bear sculpture in progress. My devoted assistant Anna strung countless gummi bears, I'm now in my own endless minutes of tying them onto the armature. Four baby ones are waiting on the assembling line, while two petropods are drying.
It is in an empty time like these when hands are busy but mind is idle that I see stillness.
It is understood that something agreeable is arriving and the expectation is staggering high.
This is the silence before the storm hits. 

It reminds me that I was once a greedy one, like large egos I see everywhere I turn. Politicians are no longer the ones who want to be at the center of our lives. Artists crave to be celebrities more than ever in human histories. Unfortunately the world is a larger puzzle now, meaning each of us plays a smaller role.

Based on the fear of not having, not being, we behave like adrenaline facing death. When the stillness arrives, I ponder, if one will not be famous, will not make a difference in the world, will not make great works defined by others, nor will she make a living, what is she?

That day I came down from a hill just burned by a wildfire, the voice told me, "you may never make it," then, "But that is ok."
"Is it ok?" I ask the perfectionist in me, "what are you?" 

Introducing Be.Bee.

Mr. Be.Bee. maintains 8 hours of work hours per day without lunch or bathroom breaks. His target market is to serve oregano nectar to the colonies. He is polite and grateful for the garden I supplied. He would make a great candidate working in the studio!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Face lift and Heart lift

This is exciting, my molasses speed finally catches up with the new and pretty template designs. Blog is getting a face lift! Since the body turns sleek, the heart must not be too gloomy.
Time to pretend life is an endless stream of satisfaction!

All these happen because something exciting is coming. Watch out, a boat is sailing to your river, catch it and hop on board!

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

call myself an artist

11 years ago this month, I graduated with a MFA, armed with an unfinished film and no fine art trainings at all... All I wanted was to become a real artist.
So I started taking drawing and sculpting lessons and called myself an artist.

11 years later this month, I'm in the midst of reconfiguring my art career, work directions and struggling to differentiate my own truth from society's truth.
Life seems more interesting back then when I was a phony artist dreaming a dream.
A phony artist I was, but a real self knowing who I am.

Perhaps it is time to go back to the very basic, sculpting.
After all, it had never failed to break the curse of a chattering mind and idle fingers.
In 30 days, I shall call myself an artist again!



Matt Cutts: Try something new for 30 days Video on TED.com

Thursday, May 05, 2011

seize new opportunity

I have repeatedly missed many good opportunities because I was afraid of commitment. Freedom is over emphasized in my spoiled memory perhaps. Jump on it when I see it coming from now on, even when I am not ready! This delightful event could be one that you don't want to miss:

"A New Day" exhibit at Bellrock Media, this Friday, May 6,  6:30pm - 11:30pm
100% of artwork proceeds donated to charity:
American Red Cross - Japan Earthquake and Pacific Tsunami

Bellrock Media
2917 Santa Monica Blvd
Santa Monica, CA

30+ artists exhibit to help Japan relief and you will see this new piece from my studio
"Encrusted" barnacle sculpture with miniature seaside mountain landscape inside
 
 
and another oceanic piece, watercolor drawing of octopus "Mothers in their Den"

Those pieces are part of “A New Day” this Friday.
100% of the proceeds to benefit Japan relief.