September 30, 2007

I made this drawing really just for me. A reminder or sorts. With my birthday looming over me last week, it made me realize how distant I felt from the people in my life. How alone I felt. How difficult this year has been. And then I figured that everyone else goes through the same stuff, that such struggles are not remotely unique to me. The solitude and challenges all get wrapped up with how lucky and truly amazing that this year has been...Yup, this is it. The whole fabulous package.




Ohhh, you know how I love door metaphors. This drawing is about how some of my doors are easily opened, but others are much more difficult to enter. The unopened door here doesn't have a knob, hence it's problematic.




He threw words at me like arrows. Yes, I know I'm self involved, I'm in my own little world, I'm annoying, I put too much pressure on myself, I forget things people tell me, I'm unintentionally passive aggressive, I interrupt people, I put my foot in my mouth, I'm socially awkward, etc...I don't pretend to be perfect. I work on these things...I don't need them thrown at me...I know.





I don't swear. But sometimes it really does make you feel better.

September 23, 2007

The text that got cut off from the bottom of this drawing was "...and I know it's all in my head." (That's why the lenses are behind me) Basically I feel like I'm under surveillance lately, which I know is completely illogical but I still feel it nonetheless. At my new job I try to not mess up so that they'll call me for freelancing in the future...with my new boyfriend I try to not mess up since I'm already working on my second chance with him...with my incredibly lucky living situation I try to not mess up so that I can stay here...with my new friends I try to not mess up so that they actually want get to to know me better. When you have nothing it's easy to be fearless...go figure that it's only when you start to aquire things you really want that you feel insecure.


This comic was about today. It was a nice day here in New York. (And yes, it's another tangible-word-bubble-concept like in my last blog! I guess that idea is still swimming around my subconscious...)

September 20, 2007

This comic is about concepts versus spoken words. I like the stick figures.


This drawing is about the other night when I was walking home from a playdate (long story) and I was passing through Madison Square Park. There I always admire the beautiful building with the clock depicted in the drawing here (That's the Met Life building). And then something strange happened...it was like something in me quietly sighed, "I finally feel at home here." And I realized that it was indeed true. I simply beamed as I continued my walk back home...

September 16, 2007

This drawing is about holding hands, and I wanted to keep it as simple as possible. Considering I tend to make relationships more complicated than they need to be, the concept of simplifying such things visually was a nice exercise for me.



This collage was actually made out of a failed painting from last week, which I cut up and turned into this paper weaving. It reminds me of an abstract ocean...

September 14, 2007

I've been in a good mood lately...the weather is great, I'm busy with things I enjoy, and I'm happy. Which never makes me feel like sitting at my desk to visually work though whatever thoughts weigh on my mind. So basically, this drawing is about my lack of motivation to make art when I'm happy. None of my ideas taste good to me, so it feel like I have to squeeze the ideas out at times.



So what is is? Hmm, I'd say it's a pretty. I made this abstract painting last night...out of sheer frustration, actually. I was trying to paint something else repeatedly, it just wasn't working, and I was exhausted. So on this paper I flung the red wine that I was drinking onto the paper and went from there. And somehow...it turned into something I rather like. The colors? Yum.

September 9, 2007

This drawing is an abstract interpretation of my morning commute on the subway. With everyone back in school this past week it's become extra-crowded, and I find it interesting being part of this singular mass of people moving along the staircases and corridors. (See, those are abstract people going up stairs)



This drawing is about how each of us has a book. And how you encounter people or places in your life that are so familiar that they're almost like pages out of your own book...that were just somehow missing. Your lost and found pages. Hmm, I hope that makes sense, because I rather love the concept. (Oh, and I must point out that my scanner cut off a big chunk of the panel on the right. It's really a much longer composition.)



In the past two years that I've been posting my art online I've never debated posting a drawing as much as this last comic here. So please handle it with care...Yeah, this is a personal moment. I'm thankful that I can be forgiven for exploiting my personal relationships here in my artwork that I share. It takes an unusually-compassionate-heart to put up with that...

September 4, 2007

This drawing/ painting/ collage is about my work-hands. The other day at Spaeth I was doing messy projects, and I looked like I was wearing colorful gloves since the paint had all dried before I could wash it off. I was amused.



This drawing is of music. Because I just can't get enough of Andrew Bird lately, it's approaching an obsession. From his whistling to the unusual sounds emanating from his violin...I'm utterly sold.



This comic is a bit out of character for me...it's particularly personal. But those quiet intimate moments are just too good to keep to ourselves, don't you think? (I was thinking of Liz Prince's comics when I came up with the simple premise. Her drawings are really the cutest thing ever.)

September 1, 2007

That drawing is like a big tangled celtic knot...it's about becoming tangled up with other people. Or more specifically how I'm so scared of stringing people along or having other people get tangled up with me at all that I tend to cut people loose when I see it about to happen. Yes, I am a coward. (See, there are all those breaks in the line...)



This is a drawing about my room. Because for me, it's not the city streets or the faces of strangers that remind me of people's absence. It's the intimate spaces that suddenly become vunerable, they become the empty vessels. (Like my arms, my doorway, my room...) Like the contents drained out as quickly as they were initially invited in.



This drawing was inspired by the graceful shapes of Richard Serra's sculptures which I just saw at the MOMA. I saw it as a worthy subject to explore through my new fancy ink pens.