Monday, December 6, 2010


Title: Levitate
Date: October 2007
Medium: Watercolour pencils on paper 

I was going through some rough times in the fall of 2007. I had just moved to a new city for grad school. I struggled immensely with school. Always having been an A student I took it hard when professors either ignored me or made me feel extremely stupid. I had no friends or family in the city to draw on for support. I became more and more withdrawn, isolated and depressed. Loneliness became palpable and manifested in tears and art. 
My art took on new form during this time. It brought my first forays into colour. This piece was a product of a particular phase where everything I drew took on jagged lines and empty eyes. In retrospect, it seems to speak to the hollowness I felt every single day.

Me, My Art, Myself

To: All my kin folk i.e. the procrastinators, unemployed hard workers, underemployed dreamers, overlooked loners, underappreciated artists, over-caffeinated grad students,and any other patrons who happen to stop by my little corner of cyberspace

Subject: A little self indulgent blurb (please bear with me)

I am an insignificant person. Wait! let me rephrase that...I am a happy insignificant person. I revel in the fact that I am mostly anonymous. I say 'mostly' only because I do have a few people who love me and care about me. But other than that I am nothing more than an insignificant grad student who, like most people her age, is in her introspective "where is my life going" phase. In other words I am an EXTREMELY bored grad student in her late twenties whose love for art is only tempered by the fact that she is not much of an artist. I have known for a long time that my work is average. I am not creative in a way that affects people. I don't have the skill or talent to make art that touches the soul, shatters perceptions and creates awe. Hell I can't even create a little discomfort. As a result my art is just as insignificant as I am.

This blog then is not so much about tooting my own horn (especially since there is not much to toot about). It is more a result of an existential crisis (that apparently all grad students have) that is clamouring for an outlet. I feel this irrepressible urge to mingle with artists who have so bravely chosen to share their work and their inspirations- and mostly to become part of a community.

Here's hoping for some stimulating conversation and some mutual inspiration.