No.12
| " a candle light" by Rin(11/13/2006) |
Dear George,
How are you? I am sorry it took so long to respond. I am having a difficult time to be focused because too many things
to deal with these days...or could be just being affected from those movements towards to the ending of year? I seem to
lose my concentration every time of this season since I remember.
Your “tell me of your island” is the scene of your island?
The land divides the sky and the ocean. They look divided but fused in the scene. The scene seems to be never ending.
They are beautiful…the simplicity of all.
Your paintings brought me back the memory of when I was 6 years old, I started the training of Japanese calligraphy.
At the very first lesson, you learn how to dip your brush in the ink and to draw one stroke from top to bottom. One stroke
only over and over again... until teacher gives you the permission.
I had to sit still and draw this one stroke for 3-4hours. A pile of one stroke I created but teacher did not give me the
permission to leave. You can imagine that doing this for 3-4hours without break is eternity for a 6years old child. I
became so angry and frustrated and sad, then became numb, I did not even know what I was drawing anymore, then I
became the stroke. I felt like waking up from deep sleep when teacher finally said,” good job, you can leave now”.
This experience has stayed with me until now. I cannot feel it is complete until I lose my intension. Maybe it describes
some of the reason that I have difficulty to explain what I have painted. When I finish painting, I don’t see the subject
matter anymore.
I thought about hat you said that when we see certain things differently or see things that majority do not see is
characterized as someone ‘other than’…odd, strange.
After we look or think specifically about one thing for a long time, continuously day and night, we start losing the actual
vision but becoming its existence. It is not easy to go there as it sounds though…plus coming back is sometimes even
harder, isn’t it?
----The true work of art is born from the 'artist': a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from
him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath,
the living subject of a real existence of being.----- Wassily Kandinsky
----When I paint, I never think of selling.
People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater
----Edvard Munch
There were some moments when I happened to be in the very right place, everything seem so right and perfect. Have
you ever had this kind of moment? Have you ever met the place where you wish to end your life at?
George, I am still looking for my island. I will show you my island someday.
This time my response is
‘a candle light’
Ps:The gallery offered me to put some of my works from this conversation series for the group show in December. I am
also going to Tempe (Arizona) art festival to show my oils in the beginning of December. Please wish my luck.!
love& peace,
Rin
How are you? I am sorry it took so long to respond. I am having a difficult time to be focused because too many things
to deal with these days...or could be just being affected from those movements towards to the ending of year? I seem to
lose my concentration every time of this season since I remember.
Your “tell me of your island” is the scene of your island?
The land divides the sky and the ocean. They look divided but fused in the scene. The scene seems to be never ending.
They are beautiful…the simplicity of all.
Your paintings brought me back the memory of when I was 6 years old, I started the training of Japanese calligraphy.
At the very first lesson, you learn how to dip your brush in the ink and to draw one stroke from top to bottom. One stroke
only over and over again... until teacher gives you the permission.
I had to sit still and draw this one stroke for 3-4hours. A pile of one stroke I created but teacher did not give me the
permission to leave. You can imagine that doing this for 3-4hours without break is eternity for a 6years old child. I
became so angry and frustrated and sad, then became numb, I did not even know what I was drawing anymore, then I
became the stroke. I felt like waking up from deep sleep when teacher finally said,” good job, you can leave now”.
This experience has stayed with me until now. I cannot feel it is complete until I lose my intension. Maybe it describes
some of the reason that I have difficulty to explain what I have painted. When I finish painting, I don’t see the subject
matter anymore.
I thought about hat you said that when we see certain things differently or see things that majority do not see is
characterized as someone ‘other than’…odd, strange.
After we look or think specifically about one thing for a long time, continuously day and night, we start losing the actual
vision but becoming its existence. It is not easy to go there as it sounds though…plus coming back is sometimes even
harder, isn’t it?
----The true work of art is born from the 'artist': a mysterious, enigmatic, and mystical creation. It detaches itself from
him, it acquires an autonomous life, becomes a personality, an independent subject, animated with a spiritual breath,
the living subject of a real existence of being.----- Wassily Kandinsky
----When I paint, I never think of selling.
People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater
----Edvard Munch
There were some moments when I happened to be in the very right place, everything seem so right and perfect. Have
you ever had this kind of moment? Have you ever met the place where you wish to end your life at?
George, I am still looking for my island. I will show you my island someday.
This time my response is
‘a candle light’
Ps:The gallery offered me to put some of my works from this conversation series for the group show in December. I am
also going to Tempe (Arizona) art festival to show my oils in the beginning of December. Please wish my luck.!
love& peace,
Rin