steps on tracks

think about stairs and escalators, it brings you higher&lower.  It directs you to this "destination".  What if  these steps are just leading you in a circle- just higher, then lower, then higher, then lower.. not necessarily anywhere; Like a track field.. Every step just leads you closer to where you started.  

Shanghai's weather has been amazing!

more doodles in my sketchbook 

shed away the cocoon

direct your steps

untitled

hahah, sooo gonna move like this at Steve Aoki this weekend

Monday My 28th

I would've never thought to paint wolves. 

Can you smell that June air?

It’s been more than a month of summer.  It’s going to be June in a few days. Time never fails to surprise me. 

Over the past month, so much has happened yet nothing has happened.  The juxtaposition of feeling and not feeling, being active and not being active… or just simply “being”… Everything has an opposite, but it always balances out- In 2 words, it would be Force & Friction. 

I’ve learned to hold on to some, and let go of some.  I’ve distanced from some and became closer to some.  I have slowly grasped the sense of “Now”.  I sense that I have grown in some ways, yet still maintain that childish mind of mine.  I am still unsure about so many things, but one thing I know for sure is that I try my hardest to make things happen for myself.  It doesn’t have to be big.  I’ve learned to appreciate very little things I’ve done. 

Time is running, and I am running with it.  “Waiting” is no longer in my vocabulary.  Yes, it was raining all day yesterday, but I still managed to go out get much needed art supplies. :] Hey, the little things. 

Thank you “time” for all that you’ve done.  

Gui Borrato tonight! My dear friend from Boston has been hyping me up for him.  I hope to god he does not disappoint.  Shit, I’m sure he is going to be mind blowing.

Sketches from this week: 

octopus at sea 

does octopus ever feel lost in the sea?
when it's deep in the sea, does it have split seconds of black and white?
does it feel trapped at sea?

inspired by moss

I went to "Mo Gan Shan", cruised around the art galleries. It was great, motivated me to keep doing art.  There are too many amazing people out there- beautiful works. 

cycle within each memory

I started the piece with a "pre-made" canvas.  

Every layer of concept is essentially wrapped in this blue tinted cloak 

the leaves that were created from the previous entry is also incorporated within the piece 

(The style is quite different this time.  A lot of angles/ harsh strokes/ contrasting colors)

Every memory is a cycle

But every repetition will be different

Those that is not worthy of remembering

Cover them with a cloak

You can still see the outlines, but that could be distorted

Distort them anyway you would like

You are in control of what you desire to remember

But when you wish to crack the cloak open

Be

very

careful 

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everything cycles

 I was sun bathing on the field outside of work yesterday.  I had my eyes closed and face towards the sky; startled by a tiny leaf landing on my forehead...  I took a look, and the mix of red and green on the leaf was beautiful.  I remember saying how red and green would never be compatible because they are not complimentary colors.  Well, the leaf proved me wrong.  Later I collected a couple of leaves to study their colors and patterns. 

 

Today, the leaves' colors are not as vibrant.  They are turning brown.  They have shrunk in size.  Their texture is drier.  The red is turning into purple.  The green is turning into yellow.  The leaves age fast.  I feel a rush of sadness when I look at the leaves.  Relating back to a person's life cycle, people get wrinkly.  People shrink in height.  People's hair change color.  I want to wait and see what happens to the leaves tomorrow, but I think I'll throw them out before I have to see them completely draught and brown.  :[

  

I wanted to explore with repetition and colors. Trying to make my mind run since I haven't been painting much.  Need to keep the art drive going.  

   

epiphany without the actual epiphany

snap of a random building..

Moss

I woke up around 630 this morning and told myself to check back on the clock around 730, and I did.  At 730 I told myself to check back on the clock around 830, and I did.  How is it that I had such good grasp of time when I was half asleep?  When I am fully conscious and awake, time is always out of my reach...
I am still working on that book- "Power of Now",  and last night before I fell asleep I remember reading about how there is no point of asking "What time is it?" because the answer is "Now".  Time is passing by, but all we should be caring about is what is going to happen "NOW" right?  I don't agree with the concept 100%, but I am still trying to make sense of it.

As I'm sitting outside looking around, I see that the old french concession is covered in mostly different shades of brown.  I looked closer and noticed patches of green on the bricks- Moss! I use to cringe when I see moss.  It was disturbing to me, but right now, I think it's quite beautiful.  I want my next piece to have that mossy texture... challenge accepted.

Can I please have myself a shitty garage and just paint in my underwear all day?  That is literally all I've been thinking about. Fuck school, fuck work.. maybe one day, i'll be badass enough to just do that.

inspiring colors at the moment

 

    

 

                 

 

   

  

    

point in time- part 3

The partying can wait...
This weekend was needed to paint my shit out.
It was rather productive.
Thanks to Mac Miller, Pinot Grigio, Marlboro, and company from friends in between.

So I experimented with something new:

The theme still has to do with time.
each flower represents an event that has happened in one's life.
each flower becomes a different color. The color itself does not matter, I chose black because I think it is aesthetically pleasing.  The changing of color is to represent the event's life and age.  The older ones dry out, whereas the newer ones are still "glossy" and saturated.
Later I took the flowers off the canvas, and some of them left distinct shapes.  In contrast, some did not.  The physical, tangible things are no longer there, so we are left with memories- some more than others.

Viola! This is my new Canvas.  Instead of starting with a white canvas, I wanted to make my own canvas.  A canvas that has something to it already.

It's nothing yet.. Hopefully it'll be something soon 

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The process for the piece I've been working on