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?
gummi Chandelier ii in detail
Inside the gummi bear Chandelier Jr.
Friday, May 18, 2012
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
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!
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!
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.
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!
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!
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