07.11.2012 § Leave a comment
As a tourist in a new place, I feel compelled to run around and look at everything that is going on and the beautiful sceneries, so the museums are always left out. I am always a bit bewildered by the idea of locking myself in a place for a whole day and looking at things from the past when I should be “sightseeing.” But after some traveling, some of the most memorable things I’ve found are the notes or sketches I made at a museum. As a textile designer, I constantly look for inspiration for new motifs. Even the most unlikely things will strike my fancy, such as these cubist looking glass jars from the Baccarat Museum in Paris or this hardware by Diego Giacometti.
These sketches were made on 1-28-2008.
08.10.2012 § 1 Comment
I’ve been lucky to travel to Europe many times for business, to France, Italy, Belgium, Switzerland, England. After a while, I got a little blasé about things and did not pay too much attention to anything other than getting my business done. I did take one or two short excursions for pleasure, dovetailing the business trip, to places such as Venice, Paris and Prague. I was not looking for anything in particular at those times, although I noticed the door handles in Prague were quite amazing and took many pictures of them. Unfortunately, my documentation was lost, and I have never been back to Prague since. « Read the rest of this entry »
24.08.2012 § 1 Comment
When I was at Kent State University for my graduate studies, I had a modern art history professor who was very serious, did not smile much, but was very knowledgeable and had good taste. He was tall and seemed uncoordinated; he probably wasn’t a very sporty person. I learned a lot from him, though. « Read the rest of this entry »
20.01.2012 § 1 Comment
It is hard to love art but only one kind of art. So it is hard for me to just put efforts into one type or form or media. My major was oil painting and print making but I spent a lot of time on other types of visual arts such as calligraphy. I like the everyday objects that we use, see, handle to be beautiful, love to read beautiful handwriting, and therefore love practicing to make my own handwriting beautiful. (Consider as an example the handwriting of a scientist in the 16th century, the respected Galileo Galilei. Click for image.) « Read the rest of this entry »
12.08.2011 § 1 Comment
Four days before the Alexander McQueen exhibition ended,
the morning of August 4th, I came to New York just for the show. Having left early in the morning, I was on the Lexington line on my way to the Met by 11:00a.m. I tried to recall what stop the Met was at, and at the 59th street stop, I asked both of the guys on my right and left side. Neither one of them even knew what the Met was. « Read the rest of this entry »
11.05.2011 § Leave a comment
Maple, pond, stone lantern and koi, a serene Japanese scene
in a Chicago household’s yard by a noisy state road. Looking through the kitchen window, centuries fall away and my mind darts to its image storage house where the opulent Japanese natural surroundings were: dazzling kimonos sail through the endless sakura blossom fields; the girls’ short syllable Japanese words mix with tender laughter; next to a plain straw-roofed tea house is a maple leaf covered pond with a stone bridge; a samurai in a dark blue skirt with swords tucked in his waist strolls solemnly in the garden, the beautiful tassel-braided sward handles flanking his left side.
My mind always rest upon these scenes whenever a slight distraction causes the imagination butterfly to wing. « Read the rest of this entry »
29.03.2011 § 1 Comment
The house was bright this morning with the sunlight streaming in through the windows. While I rushed to my car and pressed the opener for the two car garage door, I thought, what a large, heavy thing that is, can I lift it myself if the electricity is out? What would I do without this little thing day in and day out?
14.02.2011 § Leave a comment
remembering a masterpiece
Onion and roses both have layered effects but we prefer to be near roses much more than onions. The roses boast the most amazing layering petals of all flowers. In 2008, I visited the Musee Les Arts Decoratifs in Louvre, Paris. I was fortunate to see the Christian Lacroix exhibit. « Read the rest of this entry »
24.12.2010 § 1 Comment
part 2 : there is beauty in withered flowers…
I remember going for extra lessons of drawing at one of our renowned professor’s private studio during college. Private lesson students shared the same studio with him. He’d always have a vase of roses on the still life table. « Read the rest of this entry »
23.12.2010 § Leave a comment
part 1 : The roses bloomed beautifully…
A flower is a luxury. Although I can afford it, I feel guilty indulging myself with impractical things when there are people starving. The color of these roses stopped me at Cotsco when we were hauling food for the holiday party, “but this is holiday season,” so I bought a bunch of pink roses, a bunch of white roses, and some green chrysanthemums. « Read the rest of this entry »