nothing belongs to me: 2007

Dec 20, 2007

Dec 11, 2007

In Hong Kong, most people typically delicate their time, money or lives to their apartments. In order to have their own apartments, they work hard, sleep and eat less to save more money to get a bigger apartment. Having a nice apartment is their purposes of their lives.

In addition, they spend a lot of money and time on other standardized conceptions in their apartments. Most people like to design their interior space like others. Here is bedroom, there is living room or over there is dressing room, etc. Those walls, which divide their lovely apartment into pieces, like the rules and guidelines held in common. They typically follow others perspectives. Their ideal apartments are distorted and destroyed by those stereotypes. Do they really think of their purpose of lives?

Do I? Why should I spend my whole life on having an apartment? In fact, what I need is a place where I can live on, learn more and create more artworks. If I do not delicate my life to own an apartment, then I have more spare time to do something I like. Hopefully, I could be myself.

Dec 4, 2007

hot off the press_opening ..

thanks for everyone ... especially ....... charlie; kelly; nelly; jacky; reginia; circo .......

Nov 30, 2007

hot off the press_setup ..

Hi hi everyone ... this coming Saturday is an exhibition of "hot off the press" opening, one of my printmaking work will display there ... if you have time come to visit me la ... the detail of the exhibition as follows ...

Hot Off the Press

Date: 30 November to 10 December, 2007

Venue: The Exhibition Gallery, the Hong Kong Visual Art Centre

Opening Ceremony

Date: 1 December 2007 (Sat)

Time: 14:00

Venue: The Exhibition Gallery, the Hong Kong Visual Art Centre

Guests of Honor:

Ms. Choi Yan-chi
Assistant Professor, The Fine Art Academy, the Hong Kong Baptist University

Dr. Ho Siu-kee ,
Academic Head, The Hong Kong Art School

Ms. Lam Yuk-lin,
Lecturer, Division of Visual Arts, Department of Creative Arts and Physical Education, the Hong Kong Institute of Education

http://www.open-printshop.org.hk/projects/exhibition_hot_of_the_press.html
http://www.lcsd.gov.hk/CE/Museum/Apo/en/programmes20071001_2.html

Nov 7, 2007

bowls ..

Oct 31, 2007

love ..

Oct 26, 2007

teapots ..

Oct 24, 2007

test tiles ..

pieces ..

boxes ..

Sep 17, 2007

✈ my pattaya trip 28_30082007 ..

Sep 14, 2007

yummy ..

only you can remember .. yummy ..

for your imagination ..

what are u looking at ? what are u thinking of ??

Sep 11, 2007

reminiscence ..

still here ? where is it ? ..

911 ..

never regret .. you always is the best ♥ .. and very important for me .. forever and ever ..

Sep 10, 2007

you & me ♥ ..

Sep 8, 2007

blossomy ..

Sep 3, 2007

stay at home whole day ..

working .. revision drawings ..
lunch ..a lot of worksssss .. revision drawings .. again .. and again ..

dinner ..
working .. start a new job and revise again ..
boring day .. I wanna go out ..

keep working ..

my love ..

Love is real, real is love,
Love is feeling, feeling love,
Love is wanting to be loved.
Love is touch, touch is love,
Love is reaching, reaching love,
Love is asking to be loved.
Love is you,
You and me,
Love is knowing,
We can be.
Love is free, free is love,
Love is living, living love,

Love is needing to be loved.

untitled ..

nothing belongs to me .. but I belong to the nature ..

Owing places by building houses is one of most people’s goals. Similarly, trying to create my negative space by making and hanging twisted forms around is my purpose of this art. However, after exhibiting my work, I realized that I am naïve as the nothingness among my twisted forms.

How can my unskillful and misshaped forms create the greatness of the nature? How dare am I?
The fact is that the greatness of nature is showing the truth in contrast to its beauty and my ignorance.

my pillows ..

My life on Monday can be copied and printed on my Sunday. There is no difference between my working day and holiday because I am a freelance designer. Every day for me is the same, no matter whether that day is called Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. They are all MySameOldDay.

However, I notice my ritual activities are gradually changing little by little by discovering my pillow is changing day by day. Its bright color is fading out. It becomes flat, lifeless and no bounce anymore. Moreover I found them full of creases. Suddenly, horribly enough I perceive the changes and sense that I cannot go back to change what had been gradually changed in the past.

The changing in the past has been fixing who I am right now.

my transformation ..

As a graphic designer, I always have to produce different printing products, such as leaflets and banners through my computer screen. It is amazing that I have power to bring my graphic design from virtual world to reality. I can actually feel and touch my abstract ideas when I am checking my printing products.

Whimsically, I wanted to try to change a piece of paper to a new cube form.

Therefore, I had been trying to reshape a two-dimension clay slap to a three-dimension work of art. This sort of changing and its physical art form are inspiring me at the same time.

Hopefully, my works of art and I could be affecting each other to create a new art form in future.

discovering myself ..

Buckling down to the task of painting about myself was a kind of horror because I had never known myself very well. On the other hand, I realized that facing to a blank canvas and doing nothing on it was really irritating at Sunday midnight. It was because this time I could not shout at my ma to do it, threaten my dad to do it or whip my brother to do it. This painting had to be all about me.

Even thought I had got 12 brushes, a 16-color acrylic box-set, a 50ml bucket of clean water, a 1.5m height popup canvas stand, my brain was still as blank as my canvas. Maybe this white damn blank canvas was all about me.

If the white blank canvas were me, I had had to dress it up a bit trendy by collageing my used colorful T-shirts and fashionable dresses to pretend I am a knowledgeable and smart girl. Yes, it was me, but it was part of me who did not cherish whatever I had.

The other side of me was emerging when my ma caressed my hair and praised my horrible painting. I started realizing if I loved painting I could only use one canvas, one brush and one purple color. The most important thing that I can paint is because of my family. They brought me to the world to let me enjoy the pleasure of painting.

Sep 2, 2007

remained .. worn pink dress ..

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sit and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot were she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today, I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.

Deformities are a low blow to our society, and heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my tense stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat sown beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."

The little girl acted shocked and, stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked into darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face and said, "Because I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled. The girl acted even sadder and said, "I know." "Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." She looked at me and smiled, and slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?" "Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by." She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said, "I am, I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless sure I was seeing things. She said, "For once you thought of someone of other than yourself. My job here is done. "I got to my feet and said, 'Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?" She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone. And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So when you think you're all you have, remember your angel is always watching over you. Like the story says, we all need someone ... And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart. I hope your Guardian Angel watched over you aways.