cutie glass ..

my art .. my life ..

My art reflects the accumulation of the experience and memories of my life.
I feel like a wheel that has spun many times, like the wheel of a car that has travelled a long way along many different paths, gaining knowledge of many different periods and events.

Looking back, although my daily life is routine, I am very grateful for my various experiences, which give me rewarding feelings. I am glad that I am not a waterwheel that only turns around a fixed point going nowhere.

生活累積了經驗和記憶。不同時期，不同經歷，給予不同的感覺。

lovely ♥ little things ..

thank you Mr.Cutie: charlie san !!!

hidden Alice ..

sukiyaki night 16022010 ..

cny happy gathering, wonderful night with girls talk and all we wanna say thanks to 神婆 reginia !
aiya, i don't want she leave hong kong ar !!!

disneyland 02012010 ..

happy day with my lovely ♥ family !!!

kelly's birthday 13012010 ..

17122009 ..

the last day 12122009 ..

really can't believe this is the last day in art school, three years are over .. what can i do now ?!?

life in RMIT ..

miss them ..

3 years ..

what i've done in these three years ..

please do touch ..

In the past, as a graphic designer, I always justified a good design by using rationality, such as Golden Ratio, color theory or other design principles. The reason was, on one hand my design works related to my client’s job; on the other hand, I took graphic design as a reasonable and calculable task. Thus, I seldom showed my own feeling in my design works.

One day, I needed to take a site visit at landfill in New Territories. My expectation of the landfill is okay. My perception of it seemed interesting because I hadn’t been at landfill before. However, when I got closer to the landfill, some smell from that landfill started triggering my nose’s function. This smell was unexpected and also triggering my hands closed to cut my nose off. When I had got there, I realized that what I see and imagine is different from what I smell. Moreover, this experience have been affecting and influencing myself.

After this visit, there is lot of nonsense questions in my mind. I start feeling confused about this world, but the worst thing is I start feeling confused about myself.
I realize that the real moon is always bigger than what I am looking at. My shirt always changes its color when the light is off. My friend’s voice is so soft when she is far away from me. However, when she speaks on the phone to me, she seems so close to me (but actually she is even far away from me). My mother’s hands were so smooth when I grip her hands in my childhood, but now her hands seem strange to me.

I feel strange to myself. I challenge my sight. I doubt my rationality.
Should I believe what I am seeing? Or should I justify everything based on my sight? Appearance seems oppose to reality.

Am I the one who I am looking at? Am I the one who I understand?

Maybe this is the best time to “know thyself”. I have to understand and define myself before I study the world. In the past, as a graphic designer, I so reply on my sight. One of the reasons is I need to use visual language to draw audiences’ attention. Now, after taking the ceramic course, having my final project, it is the best time for me to use or understand my other senses. My sensibility may help myself to create my art works.

For this final project, I create my works by closing my eyes covered by a mask and working in a dark room. During the process, all my senses seem focusing on my hands. I am really making friend with the material. We start communicating with each other. Also, all my memories of techniques, skills and actions keep refreshing in my mind. The most interesting thing is my sight still tried to dominate my senses at the beginning of the process, even though my eyes were covered. The experience of being discipline is also great. It seems I understand myself more, in terms of sensibility.

The reason of making these boxes is to keep and store my memories and experiences. Since memory and experience are not visible, there is a little thing behind each box. Those little things are kind of hints to remind myself or recall my momentary memories and experiences. Also those little are waiting to be shared and sensed by others.

You are welcome to touch my works and sense my memory.

hairy crab night 28102009 ..

great dinner at my sweet sweet home 21102009 ..

^ my huge Pink Panther ..

^ yum, dinner with Kelly and my super mum (you are the best mum in the world : P)

911_09 ..

Wow … It's been 8 years already ♥ !

✈ phuket 2225082009 ..

^ Day 1 - Marriott Vacation Club, Mai Khao Beach & Patong Beach at night

^ Day 2 - Speedboat snorkeling trip, Bamboo Island, Maya bay, Phi Phi Islands & Khai Island



^ Day 3 - Phuket Town & Central Festival
^ Day 4 - Hong Kong

cycle ..

I realize that my life is accumulated with my experience and memory. I discover that I am similar to a wheel spinning around and around, but my axle of my own wheel has already experienced a lot of different period and things.

Not only does a big ball divided into many small balls, but the small balls also interact with other things in anyways. Also, many small balls can be combined together and form into a big ball again. Even though my daily life is similar, when I look back in different age, the various experience and memory, which I had before, give me different feeling. I am glad that I am not a waterwheel that only turns around in a certain fixed point.

formulaic ..

my lovely pink ..

my last birthday party at 10/F ..

thank you for all my dearest, kiss kiss !!

my purpose ..

At the beginning, my purpose of taking ceramics course was trying to find a way to make people recognize my works of art and agree my point of views. However, I have been changing my purpose since last year. During these three years, I have been knowing myself more and more than hoping people recognize my works of art. Being an artist is literately different from being a designer. In these three years, when I am learning ceramic skills, I am also realizing what kind of person I am. The ceramic material is all the same. The ceramic tools are all the same. What make ceramic art works different or special is all depended on the perspective of the creator because everyone is unique in the world.

Not only can I learn the skill at Art School, but I also know myself more. Even though I know myself a little bit more than before I had studies at Art School, I still have a lot of questions in my mind. For instance, who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going? Do I really exist? I know the only way to find out all these answers are from studying and observing my environment, people and things enclosing around me. It is because people are interacting with each other. My belief, my country, my parents, my school, my teachers, my community or my friends can influence my point of view and my own value.

cup and saucer ..

my first narrative art work II ..

never perfect ..

my vision often dominates my senses ..

As a graphic designer, I believe in what I am seeing. Till I am learning ceramics for own pleasure, my sense of touch has been evoked. Comparing with clicking and holding a cold-blooded mouse, touching and forming of clay is more interactive.

My illusion has been distorting my senses by living between the virtual world and reality. Therefore, I need to reorganize and reinterpret my sensory stimulation to my brain. I believe in what I am touching.

My works are trying to create an illusion by combining the techniques of drawing and ceramics. The darkness of shadow and the brightness of reflected light of my works are recreated and redefined. It is in order to show the concave perception. Unless you touched my works, an illusion would distort your sense of vision.

no ..

no communicate no time no trust no surprise no feeling no options no jokes no romantic no fun no sad no good no love no help no care no people no start no you no joyful no character no exciting no wish no sweet no happy no mood no matter no home no reason no idea no party no species no notice no hope no life no hand no light no conversation no face no aware no young no sound no interest no sense no me no mind no way no name no believe no eye no next no success no one no forever no discuss no relationship no support no positive no myself no words no experience no ask no tears no thinking no future no heart no record no task no listening no enough no again no needs no important no things no more ....

delicious ..

miss it ..

i miss that feeling .. why i can't feel it anymore ? get stuck ?? I miss the feeling of just knowing that someone thought about me .... I really really miss it ......

shek o bbq 13032009 ..

1day tour of tst 11032009 ..

shek oooooo 08032009 ..

eating disorder ..

happy vs unhappy .. what should I do ?

it's party time ..

if you could change something ..

what would it be .. do I need to change something ?

little mushroom ..

haha .. my same old hair ..

lovely cake ..