my first narrative art work I ..

Nowadays everything is turning into the virtual reality. Our habit of communication, conversation, drawing, reading, writing, etc are changing from physical reality into the virtual reality. Especially our reading habit, we are all spending most of our time on different monitors. We study different information and knowledge by looking at digital pixels instead of drip of ink.
Furthermore, our writing habits are also changed. We don’t write but we type. Not only are we loosing our writing skills, but we also loosing our chances to express our personalities. Even though we can still type on keyboards to execute our ideas or record our memories, readers would never perceive our feelings by looking at those formal digital typefaces.

Space is also becoming meaningless to us because our stuffs are moving into the virtual world. For instance, if I want to record my memory, I type and save the document file in my hard disk. I own nothing. But if I write or sketch on a piece of paper, I can still own that piece of paper. If I create a cube by using advanced software, I cannot own that particular space within the cube. On the other hand, if I create a ceramic cube, I can own the cube and also the space in that cube.

Therefore, I would like to express my personal feeling and personality by showing my progress of making many ceramic cubes. It is because every cube is unique. It is impossible to have two same ceramic cubes in the world.
Moreover, in order to recall my memory of making these cubes, I have folded and packed “spaces” up by creating these ceramic cubes.
Creating the progress of ceramic cubes is just similar to writing my narrative paper. Those are unique and can never be happened in the virtual world.

my personal memory index cards ..

These accessories do have meaning to me, even though they cannot talk to me.

These little things refresh my memory because these accessories are the marks in my previous experience. They tell me what I have done, what I have experienced and what I have missed. Whenever I meet these old little friends, I can recall my sweet and sour memory in my mind. These little accessories are my personal memory index cards.

I am going to my next phase in my life soon; therefore, I would like to reshape my previous memory by shaping these accessories. Hopefully, I will make other things to represent my further phases. One thing I am sure that is ceramic will be one of my friends who can recall my present exhausted experience in future.

my memory container ..

I want to stop the time because I enjoy recalling the memory of making what I love to do.

These cylinders are my containers, which contain my time of pleasure. The textures on their surfaces represent what I have done to them. They represent my every move and touch. When the time was slipping away, these cylinders were also turning around and helped me to save my pleasure memory and time. They are my personal container, which can save my time and memory.

stone vs sand .. tree vs earth .. leaf vs water ..

Even though I am been around by the nature, I always ignore the beauty and power of nature.
The artificial products have been reducing my ability to admit and admire the nature beauty. In this city, I am only concerned about the beauty dresses, advanced cell phone, delicious hamburgers, frozen frappuccino, etc.

Therefore, from this art works, I would like to back-focus on the beauty of nature by reducing artificial commodity around me. From the field trip, I rediscovered the relationship of the sunlight, object and shadow. I know it is common knowledge, but this discovery, for me, seems like a starting point to rediscover the relationship between nature and me.
By knowing the shadow of a tree is created by light, I have reproduced a series of art works to represent the power and beauty of nature, gravitation.

I don't have to use any machines to measure the weight of a stone on sand because the negative space of sand represents the weight of stone.
It represents I, myself am not only a physical body. My taste, my thought, my knowledge, my experience and my reaction also can represent myself.

I don't have to use any machines to hold a tree up because the tree can stand and grow up by its roots under the earth. It will not been fallen down by the gravity power.
It represents I have to live with others instead of living alone. I am part of nature and I am part of a group. My group, such as family, friends and teaches, is helping me to grow.

I don't have to use any machines to make a leaf float on water because it can float on water by itself. It will not been sinked into water by pushing it down.
It represents we all have own power and ability to live on.


Yes, they are all common knowledge. Yes, they are all my own experience. These artworks like a series of snapshot of my thoughts from my own journey. The reason that I have brought them to the artificial gallery is I wish all of you can back-focus on the beauty and power of nature. Not only do nature let me know about the gravity, but nature also let me know what is representing, supporting and keeping me to move on. So please do touch it, see what answer nature can give you.

tipping point ..

Tipping Point

Equilibrium between two states. The moment before change. The point before which everything is possible, and after which something is inevitable.

Four artists take on this theme through ceramics, each having their own particular point of view. They explore balance and harmony, visual and spatial perception, growth and personal histories, space and place.

They hope through their work to discover where that tipping point is in their own lives.

2 + 1 dimension ..

From the two dimensional arts, the main elements are dot, line, shape and color. Dots can become line; lines can extent to shape; the variety of colors on shape can create the sense of volume. Therefore, we can perceive a sense of volume on a piece of paper.

Conversely, I hope I can create my volume art forms, which can be sensed as two-dimensional arts. The relationships of dot, line, shape and color (lighting) inspire me to create my series of three-dimensional art forms.
In order to create the sense of two-dimensional shape from the three-dimensional form, I play with the horizontal and diagonal lines of my first piece of work. Moreover, in order to create the two-dimensional sense on my final form, I have created a trick. I executed the folding process to fool my audiences, who will gradually perceive my final form as a two-dimensional shape.

2520cm2 ..

Not only do my vases can contain any subjects, the negative space enclosed by the material also can hold the spacious volume.

many a little makes a mickle ..

an idea house ..

fabric vase ..

the distorted apartment ..

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.

hot off the press ..

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

bowls ..

love ..

teapots ..

test tiles ..

pieces ..

boxes ..

imagination ..

reminiscence ..

blossomy ..

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.

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 always.

inspired by Georgia O'Keeffe ..

my memories ..