Part III

also in progress. these aren't from the Calligraphy series, they are a sequel to Encuentro. the camera has a hard time taking good pictures of gold paint, which either makes it really yellow or really white. also, the one right above here has extra flash coming off cus the paint was still wet when I took this. (so yea, that's not white paint). I'll keep taking pictures of their many stages to come until they're completed.

Part II

and Part II, which are works currently in progress. All these have a base (chinese ink, acrylic, cotton paper) that will be synthesised into a large mixed media piece. I'll keep taking pics of the progress of these guys as I go.

Calligraphy series

Here's part I of my calligraphy series.

Mixed media: chinese ink, acrylic and chalk pastel on paper.

you know what

i am SO SICK of people trying to treat art as a side thing, and thinking that every artist is going to accept that reality and fall into the trap of becoming a starving artist. HELLO? if people are ever going to start taking art seriously maybe we will get some real art out, instead of some stupid SIDE thing that you do whenver you got free time. WAKE UP! that is NOT how artists treat their art, so stop convincing us that your starving artist stereotype is the real thing when you have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what you sayin.

Met

I went to the Met today for the first time. We had two hours but I managed to see everything I wanted to see. I remember scanning my eyes through textures, colours, shades, different materials, light, shadow, hews, finding that one visual feeling that is going to remain in you for the rest of your life. and I found many. writings from ancient egypt, amharic, chinese, arabic, you name it. I LOVE calligraphy I don't care what part of the world its from. so stay tuned for part II of my calligraphy series. it will to blow you away. a million shades of grey of an ancient stone engraved with shades of colour that have kept eachother company through so much. time. the presence of the buda monuments. the feeling of tibetan temple walls. malian wood carvings. deep wood. the nigerian face profiles on wood. masks, masks, and more masks. the huge i don't even know what to call them from the maori and pacific island peoples. they were absolutely AMAZING. they would take an entire tree and make it into a ceremonial sculpture yet preserving parts of the tree. yes, entire trees in display cases. and entire ships. and even huger trees of sculptures of some kind of people, they had huge eyes, they were painted, and they rocked. I am never going to forget these things, and I can't wait to go to those places to see them for real. a museum is simply not enough. also got to see Cy Twombly, Rothco, and other great works from artists discussed in my mural arts class. I'm not even going to start talking about the paintings cus I'm never gon finish. there were so many colours today, and although its a lil hard to describe it in words I will try my best to synthesise all that into original work. I got only a few weeks left in Philly. I want to create as much as I can while I'm here and bring out the best and rest of Philly in me before I never get a chance to do so anymore.

Joyas

Ywei Wang
Joyas
2007
Mixed media on paper
104 x 71 cm

Once

they once said that a frozen heart still has a chance to thaw. they once saw the light that was ahead, but that light has since long ago vanished into a point in time. maybe it will keep hiding in its latent stage or maybe it will come back out and shine the faces of a walker. there was another walker. smiling away like one who is in love and saw the embodiment of it. there was another walker. no. that one was not a walker. that one was lying on the ground. homeless and helpless. he was once told that if his eyes froze maybe they will have a chance to thaw. in another walkers' eyes she saw inspiration. in another's, desperation. in hers, confusion. displacement. relocation. adjustment. dissapointment. uncertainty. her trust has frozen and they said maybe it still has a chance to thaw. in her illusion she undreams of a situation that will antisecuritise her null certainty. and now realises she has been tricked into being querida de todos, amada de nadie. its an illusion. fears and lies and more illusions. maybe that light will come back to shine the path unknown to her trust. the insistence that has cultivated a wrong sense of direction, of misdirection and multidirections. maybe the lost light has frozen but they once said that maybe it still has a chance to thaw. and her frozen hope, I really don't know what they once said, but maybe it still has a chance to thaw.