W I L D E R : A S O L O E X H I B I T
JULY 1 – 28, 2018 | ASPACE Greenbelt
A R T I S T J O U R N A L
So, I’d like to step away from all the pressure that I’ve been putting on myself. I’d like to take a step back, and share things in a manner where I can be less afraid to break any branding rules, and less constrained in general. I guess I’m in some sort of post-graduation, transition period in my life, where I’m trying to figure out who I’m supposed to be and where I’m supposed to go. And because there are a billion things on my mind everyday, I need so badly to be able to create things for the sole purpose of self-expression once again. I need this to be my outlet again. My happy thing. My way to process things and get by. Because that’s how art started for me and apparently, that’s how I’m always going to see it. And no matter what my inner critics say, I know deep down that that’s still something worth being proud of.
Quietly and diligently — that was my motto last year as I worked on projects. When I think of my dream life, I still imagine one where I can be away from the pace of the world, where I can create things slowly, breathe deeply, and enjoy life with the people I love. Simply put, I really feel much closer to that dream when I’m offline.
Last thing — recently, I discovered that I was lacking a third manner by which to get things done. Apart from doing things quietly and diligently, I also wanted to do things wholeheartedly. That means being fully present in all the moments of life, ideally without having to stop and take a photo or video for memories or for the rest of the world to see. I want to bask in every moment. Feel it completely. Be grateful. Breathe it all in. Work quietly, diligently and wholeheartedly. And enjoy life as it is.
Art has always been my coping mechanism. It was always my outlet. A tool for processing. Sometimes it’s kind of hard to explain that this is really how I deal with life. One thing I learned from all of this is that in order to live a life that is filled with joy and gratitude, you have to know what to do with all the stuff that comes with it. The good, the bad and the ugly. So, yes. Art is my coping mechanism. This is how I deal. I write. I draw. I make stuff. Meaningless lines and shapes to fill up spaces. Random words and thoughts here and there. And somewhere in the middle, something happens. I learn and grow and change.