Thursday, December 3, 2015

My Thoughts

The world is constantly changing.
The Earth is slowly losing oxygen.
The sun is slowly dying.
Time is running out.
Our existence is limited in time and space.
In this urgency of existence we meet
We are born, and we will die one day
I want to return
I want to return to the past where the people reside
in places I've been
But the world is changing
And past is only in memory
They are gone. The places are different.
I do not know these people.
I do not know these places.
Most places are not preserved for historical significance or emotional attachment
They change completely within a matter of months or years
because money is the driving force of the world
The playground is there, but the kids are different
and I am different. I am no longer a kid.
I am too big for the swings and the slide
The school is there, but the students and faculty have changed
It's not the same school of the past
I cannot be a part of it as I was in the past.
I cannot join them and become friends with them
I cannot be in the same place again
I cannot meet the same people again
Because the world has changed
The places have changed
And the people have changed
Imagine I am in a large dark structure
with each floors containing different memories
The people and places that form the substance of such memories
lighten up the dark structure with emotional attachment
I reach out for them but the floors are constantly shifting
By the time I can touch them the places have already changed
I only know I am headed in the right direction
because my paintings come out alright
Oh how much I miss my friends who no longer talk
How much changes have been in my life
and the world we reside in

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Small Abstract Works


The Airport


The Bayonet Dance


The Beach at Sunset


The Downtown of Tenafly


The Flag


The Stripes


The Movement of Masses


The Palisades


The Luminosity Divide


The LEGO Pieces


Vertical Stripe Continuum

The Vertical STripe Continuum

Friday, November 27, 2015

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Artist Statement

(updated May 2019)

In my art, there appears to be three kinds of obsession - obsession with abstraction and stylization, obsession with representation of figures and the human form, and also the sexually driven escapist fantasy involving beautiful females. It appears that my inclination towards abstraction and stylization is in service of depicting figures and in particular female figures in an idealized manner. Ever since I was a kid, I felt a special kind of attraction towards and appreciation for idealized female beauty without having any sexual knowledge. I knew that idealized female beauty was something special, that no form of male beauty could equal. 
I am aware of the feminist arguments against putting women on a pedestal, or idealizing them into a form that real women do not look like. In my defense, I would argue that the women in my art are not human but goddesses or aliens, and I have zero expectation for real women to look like the idealized females in my art. 
I believe that through art and music, the female form, voice, and persona can express a part of divinity. While some religions perceive divinity to primarily be a male form and historically banned female priestesses, I attempt to express divinity that is female in essence. Female beauty and sexuality can be an expression of divinity because they provide enjoyment, expression, and fulfillment for the soul and the mind of a conscious being, beyond the realm of the ordinary experiences. Images of ideal beauty can provide escape for people who desire more than mediocrity and ordinary life. Throughout my works, I present the solutions to the equations for beauty packaged in the female form, from the view of an external male observer. 
I believe that, just like an aviation enthusiast who can get the coolest views of a fighter jet maneuvers from the outside, rather than from the cockpit, I can capture the most beautiful and passionate images of female beauty through the external male gaze. The process of discovering beauty is akin to plastic surgery. I keep changing and molding the female form to arrive at the essential solution that contains harmony and beauty. 
My art could be different from the typical male artist's exploitation of the female nude in that honesty, sincerity, and respect in the investigative process of painting and creating are all present in my work. My work is mostly stylized and semi-abstracted, meaning that I am drawn to the experimental aspect of creating as much as the subject of idealized female beauty. I hope to give the viewer an otherworldly taste of what is possible outside reality. 

Friday, June 12, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Catch all poke

Colored pencil and pen on paper
2015-04-15

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Friday, March 6, 2015

Rita S



201-03-06
digital art


Sora No Kakera (lyrics translation)

If I follow this path,
perhaps I'll meet you again someday.

When I continue into the distance,
I'll surely long for this place.

I see them faintly
and chase the sky's fragments.

Light and shadow
paint your heart when you run.

Your smiling face
fills me with courage.
With just your careless words,
you'll fly away
on tearful days.
At any time, at any moment...

And the path goes on...

probably...
whenever you lose sight or get lost,
it's not hopeless.

And now, that pain has taught me
about the warmth of your words.

It was not nothing special,
everyday...
through the seasons...
it accompanies us the first time we meet
and the last time we part.

Your smiling face from that time.
As you stood and looked up to the sky,
your shadow grows longer in the sunset.
I continued on until I reached the road.

Take the first step.
It's okay if it's small
because it requires great courage.
If the anxious days are split in half,
give that time to me.

It's your smiling face from that time
that fills me with courage.
With just your careless words,
you'll fly away
on tearful days.
At any time, at any moment...
Firmly hand in hand...

The path goes on,
and binds us together.