Woman with turban

2011-10-21

2011-10-06

Oil on canvas

She dyed her hair green

Everyday

I wake up
I eat
I work
I eat
I work
I sleep
I eat
I work
I eat
I sleep
(repeat)

The sky is blue
The grass is green
The sun is yellow
The ketchup is red
The canvas is white
The charcoal is black

Tower photo-montage

Oil on canvas

2011-10-06

Black kills color.

The optical truth is somewhere in between

Ripe Fruit

Oil on canvas. April 12, 2011.

raw from camera

The optical truth is somewhere inbetween.

I worked on it mostly in class with a nude model who was pregnant. Professor Paul asked me to work with a single color, so I used pthalo blue and white which were my most abundant. Because my mom wanted to give it to her friend who was moving away, I worked again yesterday night and today in class to finish it with additional colors and layers.


Like my first returning experiment with oil after a year of acrylic, I suspect some parts of the work look better when I squint my eyes. - . -

I will admit that I may have overworked the piece with too much thick paint. My mom had a dream today (or last night) in which she picked a dark fruit from a tree and was disappointed that it was too ripe - not spoiled - but she still ate it. It may have to do with the painting.

Today is April Fool's Day

This is not a joke.

I had a dream.

I accidentally spilled orange juice.

The liquid traveled across the table.

I hurriedly grabbed a roll of paper towel and went to the other side of the table.

Right before the juice spilled off the table, I blocked it with the paper tower.

I was able to submit my last application literally right on the deadline. 12:00AM.

The Tiger and the Black Billed Magpies

Pencil on paper, February 14th, 2011

I need to sleep now because I stayed up trying to finish it.

The drawing's based on a traditional theme in Korean paintings.

Bicycle

Pencil on paper, February 8th, 2011


My mom thinks I am not very good at sketching with pencil. I think I would agree. I work neither fast nor aggressive enough.

Everything was drawn spontaneously. Now that the work is done, I am trying to analyze it myself. The honey comb of the latter and the wireframe of the front wheels probably relate to my high school theme of "old and new." The bicycle has a sort of a feminine personality; for example, the area from the handles to their stem reminds me of a tube top or a dress.