Monday, January 19, 2015

Sunday, January 18, 2015

This Heart of Mine, Acting Up.


It is both a blessing

And a curse

To feel everything

So very deeply

David Jones



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The past had a new meaning. Something that I used to revisit, for sentimental reason, suddenly became something I'm afraid of.



"It's just feelings," they say.
"I know they're just feelings," I say. "I wish I can just turn those off,"

"And why o why do I have to remember every word?"



Every. Word. Cuts.
I need a machine that can erase certain memories.



Nobody would understand, I know. By now I've learned how different I am inwardly from others. Sometimes I feel like this is some kind of mental condition. Sometimes people's reactions when I tell them how I feel make me believe so. This kind of thing, o my Lord, I only can talk to You.



But I don't know what to say Lord.



And You tell me, with your sweet, sweet voice:

Come to me,
all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest. 

Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.



So I'll just run to You.



And suddenly I know what to say.



Teach me o Lord, to see all these, with Your eyes.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Artsy NYC.


God loves me. I know He does, and I get constantly reminded :)

This post requires some background stories (I did this before somewhere, but anyway, it's necessary) in order to convey the artistic MAGNITUDE. At least to me.

Background story 1, back to the year that allegedly altered my perception about how art is ought to be, surprisingly drove me far far away from once-loved surrealism after I realized how difficult it is to transform what you see before your eyes into flat surface, using strokes of colours (or shades of gray, like I prefer).

Mr.H introduced us to the names less celebrated than da Vinci, which sounded merely like an art history lesson, until I found a relatively unknown artist who soon became my favourite textile depicter called Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.

And God is an expert when it comes to sweet surprises, Ingres' painting from Orsay was *unbelievably* flown to National Museum of Singapore in 2011. Then I was flown to London to see another one :p. But actually the painting I had always been obsessed with is this one:

Ingres' Princesse de Broglie.

It was a perfect example of LAFS.

Background story 2, the year I found out why I was born in late 1988. A new specialism called *ILLUSTRATION* was born 4 years ago, just in time.

This was the period of life where I fell in love with children's books. There are tons out there but there's one I couldn't resist taking home. "You Can't Take a Balloon into the Metropolitan Museum", the book has everything a children's book should have. See a slice for yourself:


The story is very simple:
  • A grandma takes her granddaughter to the Met.
  • Apparently they can't bring their balloon in.
  • A museum staff reluctantly offers to take care of the balloon.
  • A naughty bird took the balloon away.
  • So the staff has to chase the balloon across New York City while the grandma and the kid explores the museum. 
  • Very very charming. I want to visit that museum one day. 


The illustration was all in B&W, except the yellow balloon, the building exterior, the main characters, and the highlighted artworks. You can start the applause. 



Anyway, what is the correlation between the two background stories? 
The Met happens to be the home of Princesse the Broglie



What do those two stories have in common?
I thought it was just a dream.



Until God brought me to the place I now refer as:


Also known as the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


It was a cold, cold, windy day in NYC, a day dedicated for me, God, and the museums. Had to walk from the entrance of Central Park South to (almost) the other end of the park (around 20 blocks). The wind made it almost unbearable. But when I finally reached 1000 5th Avenue, the wind didn't matter anymore. 

Because another major dream was about to come true:


The 1st thing to do is of course, to find the college obsession. FYI, The Met is... HUGE. Just like the Louvre, 1 day won't be enough. So I needed a strategy ---> the front desk.

"From this door, go straight to Robert Lehman Collections, towards the inner circle, she's right there," said the lovely lady who must have worked there for few years at least. Then I embarked on a magical journey to Roberts Lehman Collections, then to the inner circle, then you know what, part of the section was closed.

Don't tell me it's closed I flew 9,500 miles to meet her and...

I was reminded again. God loves me. When He brings you to it, He brings you through it :p

I don't really fancy being photographed but this is a moment.

And I was wearing a very cool T-Shirt.

By the way, have I told you the Met is HUGE? And it's filled with art  |  works (and surprises, like I didn't know some familiar paintings, which I could only see in books or tv screens, are even there). Now you know why I call it The Majestic Wonderland in 1000 5th Avenue. 

Giovanni Paolo Panini, Modern Rome


Found another Ingres! This one is actually among his most well-known masterpieces. 


Ingres' Une Grande Odalisque

Pierre Auguste Cot, Les Printemps & La TempĂȘte 

Georges Seurat, Study of A Sunday in La Grande Jatte

van Gogh, Wheat Field with Cypresses

I obviously didn't have time to explore the whole museum,
but here's a glimpse of another side of it:














As usual, in every major museum visit you'll bump into an artwork you've never seen before but unexplainably manages to enthrall you. So much. This time it's this one:



Henry Lerolle, The Organ Rehearsal