Grit

Here is to another sentimental post about mothers. My mother wanted to be a fashion designer when she was young. Her father chose architecture for her. Nonetheless, she continued to make her own cloths and tailor her friends’ clothing during her spare time. When she didn’t have the money to buy a wedding gown for her wedding, she made her own. I remember seeing the pictures of her wedding when I was young, first bursting in laughter because of the pink fuzzy sweater and the brown pants that she wore, but later being struck by the utter glamour of her outfit. Recently when I asked her to tailor a woolen skirt that was too big for me, I saw her inner spark. I sat there sweetly admiring the way she touched and examined the fabric, paying minute attention to every corner of the garment while mentally calculating the fit. It was so beautiful to see the artist working away–the intensity of her concentration and determination. I wear my skirt with pride.

Sunshine Gold

 

Happy 2012~ It’s the third day of the new year, yet all I have been doing is catching up with the yesteryear. Watching movies, reading books, listening to music–all the things I missed while chalking away during the school year. I realize that I’ve been a slacker, that I have only written a total of seven posts in 2011, but.

The day I came home after school ended coincided with my mother’s return from Mauritius, where she has been working for the past year. Our family reunited, but 2/3 of us were jet-lagged, and 1/3 of us were sick; so instead of a big tight hug, we all collapsed. After Christmas, we all had our shares of recuperative shopping spree–my mom with her two day tour of mall after malls, me with my wish list on Amazon, and my dad with a trip to the Houston Chinatown. Before New Years, my mother dug out these jewelry out of her treasure drawer and passed them on to me. I think it was an excuse to get rid of things in order to buy new ones. But I happened to like everyone of them, because my mom has an kickass taste.

Jewelry passed down from moms and grandmas always feels so precious to me. They are reminders of love that I can carry with me wherever I go. I feel protected. Poised.

It’s what made them so beautiful. If only I carry with me some of that beauty.

What are your favorite jewelry passed down from your mom, grandmas, grand-grandmas…?

798 Art Zone in Beijing through the lens

As I continue to bring you the energetic art scene in China through my Canon lenses, I wanted to make sure that I write a little about the 798 Art District in Beijing. This perfect mix of galleries, exhibitions, shops, cafes and restaurants made it one of my favorite and least favorite destination in China. It was my favorite because I didn’t want to leave, but it was also my least favorite because I didn’t want to leave.

First, the rebuilding/makeover of this large military factory complex by a group of architects and artists is delightfully unique and visually pleasing in that many of the Maoist slogans and iconic industrial machinery, as well as the large-scale buildings have been preserved. Second, an eclectic mix of cute, avant-garde, modern, post-modern, and traditional Chinese art can be found as you walk from one stop to another. Third, there is art everywhere: outside, inside, on the walls, on the floor, on top of the buildings… Your eyes are likely to suffer from too much art in the span of a few hours as a tourist like we did.

Both my friend and I ended up getting headaches after seeing a piece that was so powerful that we felt like our bodies, along with our psyches started to collapse after staring at the details of the painting for so long because we couldn’t avert our eyes. The painting drew us in so deeply that we felt lost and confused by the time we left the building. So beware when you visit–make sure to get a healthy dose of food, drinks, and air before you get lost in this amazing place.

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Hello from China!

I stumbled upon a really cool gallery/restaurant/bar/spa/hotel a few weeks ago while traveling to the city of Dalian, China. It is called Thai’s, and I felt as if I found a treasure–just like how I think PVG is a little gem in the city of Chillicothe. My friend and I were the only guests there during the entire the lunch hours, and we ended up spending two hours in there talking, eating, drinking and enjoying the beautiful decorations. Take a look!

The first floor is full of sculptures, paintings, furniture, etc.

The beautiful ceiling!

Thai themed art

Pleasant surprises

Love the simple designs!

Have no idea what those are. I assume they are decorations?

Delightful staircases

The second floor is the restaurant/bar

The third floor is also for dining

Where we ate

Thai curry. Perfect size and taste for the afternoon.

A touch of green makes everything even better

Map of Thailand

Wish we had the time for a massage...

I don't wanna leave!

 

I WEAR…

Hi everyone! We decided to do something cool and fun for this intolerably hot month of June. That is, we want to see and hear about a current piece of JEWELRY that you are wearing. It could be a necklace, ring, bracelet, earrings, etc.

Just set up your webcam (or take a picture of yourself with your smartphone/camera) and post it on this blog as a comment or to our Facebook page! Make sure to also add a little blurb about where you got it (if available) and what’s special about it. Was it passed down from your grandmother? Is it your lucky bracelet? Is it a present from someone special? Tell us the story and we will put all the replies together in a special blog post. And one random commenter will get a $10 credit to the Park View Gallery!

HAVE FUN! We cannot wait to see your pictures and stories!!

Chaos

Most recently, I realized why I really like art. As I was doing research for a paper that I had to write for a class called The Union between Music and Dance, I found myself descending into a realm of absolute restlessness, which eventually resulted in fits of frustration and idiosyncratic movements like obsessively untangling my hair and picking my nails.

I have always had a hard time writing papers because sometimes I don’t know how to put my feelings into abstract words. I would have something to say, but when translating those thoughts into explanations, the thoughts die. My mind wonders, jumps, and bounces around, and a thought easily escapes my head when I try to embody it in a “concise and clear manner,” which is what we are taught to write like.

On the other hand, the process of making art gives you all the freedom to do whatever you want. There is no need to express your ideas using standardized language, and you can spend numerous hours perfecting your art, the way you want it. There is no necessity of transforming your thoughts to the way your professors wants it or to conform to an academic universe. Of course, in college, the purpose it to establish a foundational muscle for learners so that they can venture into their own thoughts later. But, sometimes I just want to follow John Cage and do what he did. He dropped out of Pomona College when pursuing a career as a writer. In an excerpt from his autobiographical statement, he says:

I was shocked at college to see one hundred of my classmates in the library all reading copies of the same book. Instead of doing as they did, I went into the stacks and read the first book written by an author whose name began with Z. I received the highest grade in the class. That convinced me that the institution was not being run correctly. I left.

The more I listen to his music, the more I feel like my breath is taken away. His music means everything and nothing; and it is nothing short of spectacular. When browsing around the gallery, that is the feelings I get sometimes. I cannot eliminate the art down to one interpretation, but holistically there is always some unrecognizable form of beauty. That’s why I love art.

Ready for the time to stop

Soft and bold

Don't forget to say hello to the dog!

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Afterglow

Around this time last year, I was yawning on my bed and grasping my blanket for the last gulp of warmness. This spring, I wake up around 6AM, and do two things I never thought I would do before: exercising before noon and eating breakfast. How things have changed! The only thing that hasn’t changed is my cacti plant that is sitting near the windowsill. Its color, size, and shape remain as what I saw a year ago; but on a microscopic level, even cactus are going through some significant changes that are invisible to the naked eye.

He surely knows how to win a girl's heart with those wonderful signatures

Park View Gallery has evolved a lot since I first stepped into it doors. Just when I visited the Gallery at the beginning of the month, I noticed a metamorphosis in the set-up of the Gallery. Tables and sofa exchanged their spots; artworks were updated and moved around; and there was a box of BBQ beef pizza in the back room. Mmmmh!

Azn craze!

Nothing quite ushers in spring like an explosion of warmth and color. From the feminine silk scarves to the sleekly framed photographs to the little whimsical shoulder bags, I was immediately charmed by artist’s ability to convey seasonal characteristics. Sometimes I am amazed by how art can manifest your deepest thoughts and feelings.

Gift paradise

Some two weeks ago, I was trying to pick a few gifts for an important occasion at the PVG, and before I realized what time it was, I had already spent over 30 minutes just trying to pick two gifts. In economics terms, I have a tendency to generate an excessive search cost, an economic disaster. But thanks to Cindy’s help, I was finally able to pick a pair of dazzling earrings (made by Angie Terry), Autumn Woods Herbal Soap (can be found here), and a photograph by Jack Burns out of a delectable selection of art, jewelry, and accessories. I’ve met a man who bought his wife a surprise gift one night, and a couple that selected each other’s anniversary gift from the gallery… Aside from cheesy romantic thoughts, I recommend you to check out the lovely exhibition by Lynn Carden happening how at OU-Chillicothe (photos here). Here’s my favorite part of her artist’s statement:

“I’ve dug and planted many gardens… When I begin a painting, I select a bloom to bring into the studio — then I hold it in my hand, smell it, turn it this way and that while beginning the meditative experience of drawing.”

“…A Walk in the Garden”
Ohio University- Chillicothe
Bennet Hall, Patricia Scott Gallery
March 11-April 8, 2011
Gallery Hours 9:00AM – 7:30PM

Jewel

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amour

Coffee or Tea?

Amidst the brightly decorated streets of downtown Chillicothe, we are all excited that Spring is approaching soon. The Park View Gallery is looking forward to the warmth and the fresh beauty of Ohio as we transition from February to March. In the meantime, stop by the gallery to get warm and comfy, sip some hot and delicious coffee, buy a Valentine’s Day gift, or sign our guestbook that is overflowed with entries from all over the world.

Don't be afraid to be extravagant

Quilt

Gold and Silver

Things to keep you warm

Little intricacies

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CoExistence- Artist Anne Boscher

Anne Boscher tells stories through visual art. Her deliciously playful illustrations for Mémoires de griot contain hordes of adorable children and animals set in the Sénégal river that inevitably refreshes your dormant wanderlust. Luckily, the well-traveled French artist skillfully takes you inside her narrative without any necessity to buy a plane ticket. This Friday the 4th, Anne is going to tell her stories through Skype at the opening reception for her first exhibit in the United States. So if you are in Ohio, come to OU Chillicothe to get ready for an amazing journey.

 

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Remedy

As I am sitting in my dorm room, trying to figure out my Programming assignment, my thoughts shift back to the summer I spent at the Park View Gallery. At 4:00AM in the morning, my mind travels though time and space. I think of the comfy sofas laid nicely against the wall, the artistic universe that surrounds you, and the meditative quality of the gallery space. Once you surrender, you begin to wish that you can make this your home; you wish that the painting that’s hanging on top of the sofa is on the wall of your bedroom. Then, something catches your eyes; you muse over it and contemplate. Someone comes over and tells you a story. You feel a connection.

New works at the PVG

Knit scarf against a backdrop of dazzling jewelry

Sparking a conversation with a visitor always makes you realize why you like the gallery so much

But let’s return to business. PVG is starting the New Year with lots of goodness. Abdala Faye (read his interview here)’s new exhibition, EXILE IN POVERTY, is held in The Multicultural Center Art Gallery from January 6th to February 11th, 2011. Here is the information on the reception this Friday night:
Date & Time: January 21st, 2011, 5-7PM
Artist Drumming at 4PM, light refreshments will be provided
Location: Baker Center Ohio University, Multicultural Center Gallery 2nd Floor, Baker University Center
Athens, OH 45701
Tel: (740)597-2110
Please come and show some support!

Art of all sizes, shapes, and materials

Stumbled upon

It's so easy to find good photo opportunities at PVG

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