tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19693123226516676142024-02-18T21:23:14.807-08:00Marcos ChinIllustration and ArtMarcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-28627347048923825802013-07-12T06:08:00.001-07:002013-07-12T06:11:32.380-07:00<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">MARCOS CHIN + <a href="http://www.blackhillpress.com/" target="_blank">BLACK HILL PRESS</a></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here is a project that I worked on recently with Kevin Staniec at <a href="http://www.blackhillpress.com/" target="_blank">Black Hill Press</a>. Kevin called me several months ago to ask if I would like to collaborate on a series of book covers for one of their series (of books). Black Hill Press is an independent publishing house dedicated to the novella - a distinctive, mid-length fiction. Part of the reason why I chose to collaborate was because of my own interest in writing; I've not been formally trained in the craft, and really my doing so, was for my own pleasure. Initially, I was intending to only post the final covers, but then decided midway through preparing the files to upload online, that I wanted to show some of the process as well. Much of my blog is devoted to the creative process that I experience in my studio, the psychological, emotional and critical challenges that I face through my art-making. However, this time I thought it would be interesting to share some of the lead-up sketches and preparatory drawings that I created up to, and including the final illustrations. Kevin and I spoke a good amount about each of the stories, and our dialogue helped shift and guide my approach to the covers. Although I did not read the novellas in their entirety, it was still important that each one of the images be endowed with its own "spirit," while still being connected to one another. As an Illustrator, I believe it's paramount to be aware of those qualities about one's work that makes it special and stand out from his/her peers. In my case, I know that colour, a graphic composition, and creating patterns through the repetition of shapes and objects have become my visual communicators. The challenge then, was how to let go enough and to brainstorm in way that would make the images convey a kind of genuine feeling, rather than seeming as though they were formulaically constructed based on the conversations that Kevin and I had about each cover, as well as the judgements that I had about my own work. When I begin a project, I go into a kind of free fall, (thumbnail) sketching every idea onto the page, while still being very aware of what I am visually trying to communicate - yeah, I'm free-falling but I still keep an eye out for where I'm supposed to land. It's a conceptual purge in a way, and for me, speed is important, so is rhythm, and so I have to use a tool such as a marker to draw at this stage. This method gives a heavy nod to automatic drawing, ala the Surrealists, not necessarily having one's subconscious inform the marks that one makes, but rather allowing oneself to freely draw without judging or editing oneself. Eventually, I have to trust myself enough to know that even though it may seem like a struggle moving towards the final destination, I understand that as I continue to draw, I will eventually arrive to the right place.</span></span></div>
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Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-70453866828916888972013-07-03T06:32:00.003-07:002013-07-03T06:36:25.014-07:00Studio Visit with Joshua David McKenney + Pidgin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yesterday I attended a studio visit with Joshua David McKenney: artist, designer and now creator of “Pidgin” his modern take on the classic European doll. We sat down in his home and studio, cracked open a bottle of Lambrusco Rosé, and dreamt aloud; we spoke about art and design, doll-making, illustration, creative transition, Mel Odom, Antonio Lopez, Jane Forth, food, and Olive Oil.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As an Illustrator, I spend much of my time alone in the studio, but occasionally I manage to get out and roam the neighbourhoods, stumbling upon goodies that feed my eyes and spirit. I’ve read many artists’ biographies and interviews in which they discuss their creative re-engagment with whatever discipline is their focus (when I use the term artists, it encapsulates all kinds of artful things, such as writing, music, illustration, hair, fashion, etc.). For me, it’s the stories of others, seeing and hearing about their processes, not only in reference to making whatever (art) piece they are making, but also the lead up and arrival to that aforementioned work. It felt kind of like a denouement seeing Joshua again after several years, and meeting Pidgin for the first time. I remember reading about both successes and failures while he was making this doll -- melted faces especially (the head, arms and legs are porcelain and so they have to be fired in a kiln) and so, I related to it much the same as any other individual who is close to whatever it is that s/he is making – and that thing which is being made carries within it all of the artist’s greatest hopes and intentions. Seeing Pidgin manifest in front of me was incredibly surreal, and inspiring. You can meet Pidgin at <a href="http://www.pidgindoll.com/">www.pidgindoll.com</a></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.appo.org/my/isabelle-dervaux" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Photos by Isabelle Derveaux</span></span></a></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Last fall I chose to give my personal T-shirt project
a chance; the line is called YEE YEE. It’s a thought that had been steeping in my brain for about two years, but I wasn’t sure that it was something I wanted to pursue for several reasons mainly because I lacked the time that it
would take to learn a new skill. So much of my life is spent drawing. It's become such a ritual for me, that I do it almost every day without
question. But when I chose to enroll in my first sewing class at the Fashion
Institute of Technology over a year ago, the time that I spent drawing became
challenged by the time that I spent learning a new skill because I knew that if I wanted to become better at it, then I would have to spend time nurturing it. By the end of last Fall, I
had completed two classes at FIT in sewing and
draping, and partially completed a third class in pattern-making. Each time I
finished one class and began another, I fell in love even more with the process
and craft of making clothing. I admit that this made me nervous because
the emotions I felt while cutting and sewing reminded me very much
of when I was a child making art. This sounds like a strange thing to admit, but my worry about enjoying sewing meant that I would now need to build time into my schedule to accommodate more of it. And quite frankly, I'm a person who tends to spread himself too thinly as it is, already.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yesterday I participated in my first public craft fair: The
Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn. Over the past year, I’ve created modified
Tshirts that I’ve cut, sewn, and printed in my studio, in Brooklyn. Much of it
was enabled through the knowledge I had acquired via my classes at FIT, as well
as the time I spent researching online and in books to acquire
information that I wasn't taught in school. I also spent several months last
year interning for a fashion designer in New York, where I met her assistant
who I eventually hired for a few weeks to help me sew a few things. She, above
all became a huge saving grace for me; having spent more than 30 years as a
sewer in factories in China and in New York, she taught me things that I really don’t
believe I would have ever learned in school. She streamlined my process, shared with me her knowledge and
experiences in the industry, and questioned the intentions of my work. She spoke to me about manufacturing, mass production, and suggested various ways I could approach my craft. She asked me questions, <i>many</i>
<i>questions</i>, and called me
on my own bullshit time and time again. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I confess that over the past few months I've been
wondering if I should continue making my T-shirts; to carry on, and to expand
my body of work within this discipline. I think more than anything else, it was
becoming a situation in which I was making things and then putting them off to
the side as personal items that very few people would physically see, or touch,
or pay any attention to. I wonder if part of me kept these things to myself
because I was unsure about how they would be received. As someone who is just
learning a new craft, it’s terrifying to put your work out there for others, for
fear rejection mostly. Admittedly, when I was first starting out as a young
Illustrator, I made many mistakes, to the point in which I’m sure that some
clients would never want to work with me again. Not because of any type of personality
clash, but moreso because of the quality of my work, or lack thereof. I reflect
a lot on my workmanship in reference to my sewing; that each time I create a
new T-shirt for example, I believe it’s better than the previous one, and so it
makes me want to reach out and replace the one that somebody has already bought.
But then I stop and realize that this is just part of the creative process: wanting to improve, and knowing that one's work will become better over time through repetition, practice and effort.
We’re not born experts, none of us are. Sure, some of us are fortunate to be blessed with extraordinary dexterity within a particular discipline; some are born into families who are supportive, some wealthy even, who can help make the
path to realizing one's artistic dreams much easier than if it were otherwise the case. But in the end it’s really about the level of
commitment that one has with making one’s art, or design, or drawings… or <i>T-shirts
</i>which needs to firmly exist if s/he is to keep forging ahead.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wasn’t sure what it was that I wanted to write about this
morning, only that I knew I had to share my experiences from The
Renegade Craft Fair. It was an incredible weekend, and the first time that I’ve
ever displayed this particular work of mine in such a public way, to both
strangers and friends. I’ve been trying to recognize the difference between
this event, versus my experiences participating in an open studio or (gallery) art
show. If I distill it into its most simplest form, it’s really quite the same:
I’m sharing my work with an audience, which may or may not respond favorably to it.
However, there was something very different about this event, and I wonder if
it had more to do my wishing for some kind of sign or response, which would
encourage me to continue. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wanted to thank you for everyone who came by; friends and
strangers who said hello, the conversations that I had with you, the exchange of inspiration, and creativity; the openness of those who I spoke to, who wondered out loud, and the encouraging
bits of wisdom and advice that I received. You are all incredible. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />* the photos above are courtesy of <a href="http://www.appo.org/my/isabelle-dervaux" target="_blank">Isabelle Derveaux, Illustrator - Photo Organizer</a>.</span> </span></span></div>
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</span></span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-87687946459357401202013-06-16T07:52:00.000-07:002013-06-24T10:16:35.936-07:00<b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">YEE YEE + Renegade Craft Fair, part 1</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I've been working on creating a few new Tshirts to sell at the Renegade
Craft Fair in Brooklyn, this weekend June 22 & 23; here are the
latest ones. I've expanded my <b><a href="http://www.shopyeeyee.com/" target="_blank">Love Is Cool</a> </b>collection
to include a "Full Floral T", and also a "Big Heart Tank." I'm heavily
shifting towards prints and pattern; I feel this makes sense being an
Illustrator, but also, I'm a lot of fun doing it. Below are some photos
that were taken by the artist <a href="http://www.stevenchu.com/" target="_blank"><b>Steven Chu</b></a>.We
collaborated to come up with some ideas that were strangely, playful
and beautiful. I created the props using paper and foam core board, and
then silkscreened my prints onto them. Also, I created some sculptureal
pieces that were cut, sewn and stuffed to created a kind of visceral toy
chain, in one of the shoots. Thank you to Mikee and Glenn who were
amazing models. The shoot was not easy! But it was fun! Thank you also
to Santos party house for lending us the space. The Brooklyn <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1794777276" target="_blank"><b><span id="goog_1794777277"></span></b></a><a href="http://www.renegadecraft.com/brooklyn-summer-home" target="_blank"><b>Renegade Craft Fair</b></a> is on Sat + Sun, June 22 + 23, 11:00am-7:00pm in East River State Park,
on North 8th Street, and Kent Avenue. I'll be selling some of my
Tshirts and silkscreen prints. I hope to see you there!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I recently had the privilege of being interviewed by Peggy Roalf for
DART through American Illustration and American Photography (AI-AP). It
was a Q & A about my work and process in reference to my commercial
and personal work. Link to <a href="http://www.ai-ap.com/publications/article/6729/marcos-chin-the-dart-qa.html" target="_blank">ai-ap.com</a> to read interview. And many thanks to Glenn Lovrich for photographing me at work in my studio. </span></span></div>
Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-22265698241329197122013-05-28T05:54:00.002-07:002013-05-28T06:35:05.956-07:00<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Commitment
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Last night I watched a documentary called Fame High. The movie followed
the lives of four students who attended the prestigious (performing)
arts high school, Los Angeles County High School for the Arts (LACHSA).
One of the students, a dancer named Grace Song, said near the end of
the documentary about needing to commit to one’s art (and craft)
everyday. This statement felt very profound to me because it encapsulated in a
few words, much of what I’ve been trying to do over the past several
years via my studio practice, but haven’t been able to articulate in
such a succinct way.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Each morning I arrive to my studio very early, and begin my day. It’s
quiet. I like the quietness. It allows me to center to myself so that I
can move forward doing the tasks that I’ve assigned myself. It’s not
always commercially related, but personal projects as well. I’ve
wondered many times over the reasons why I continue to work on these
self-initiated pieces instead of just taking the time off to do other
things that I like such as going to the gym, exploring the city, and seeing
friends; I mean, these personal projects of mine don’t result in any
sort of tangible return, they don’t necessarily elevate my professional
practice in an immediate way, there’s oftentimes no audience, nor do
they inspire any kind of reward that would directly boost my career. For
the most part, my personal projects allow me to manifest those ideas
that I have floating around in my head; to give shape and form to my
content. However, after watching the documentary I realized something
new: that my decision to work, when there’s no work, to draw when nobody
is telling me to draw, to sew when there is no reason for me to sew is
because it encourages me to re-commit myself to my art and to my craft
of making things.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">To re-commit doesn’t mean that I’ve fallen out of love with what I’ve
done and need to proclaim my reconnection to it, rather re-committing
simply means that <i>I continue to love what I do</i>, and through
this love helps me to see the importance and neccessity of the work (which is oftentimes repetitive in nature) and
the discipline that is required if I want to continue to make this (art) a
long and fruitful part of life. I know how easily it can be to become
lazy and bored of drawing. I know how easy it can be to feel like giving
up, to find excuses to see the worthlessness in wanting to create
something that will undoubtedly be judged by others (for better or for
worse); and if it’s for the worse, then why bother? I understand how
challenging it can be to stay motivated. But I realize that going into
my studio each day, and leaving each night is a form of the commitment
that I’ve made to the art that I create. I tell myself all the time,
that talent can fade; that this talent can leave me if I refuse to
nourish it – the creative process that I experience everyday is really a
creative ritual of commitment that I choose to practice every time I
step inside my studio.</span></span></div>
Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-84293205118124259042013-05-09T09:28:00.001-07:002013-05-09T09:28:14.661-07:00<b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Talk at the Apple Store, Grand Central Terminal</span></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll be giving at an hour long talk at the Apple Store, Grand Central Terminal tonight at 7:00pm. It's free and open to the public! Hope to see you there<span style="font-size: small;">! <a href="http://www.apple.com/grandcentral">www.<span style="font-size: small;">apple.com/grandcentral</span></a></span></span></span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-21728997088630392172013-05-04T06:29:00.001-07:002013-05-04T06:31:48.643-07:00<b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">RUN
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I’d forgotten how many memories are held within my muscles; that after
years of having not done a certain type of movement or walked along a
certain type of terrain, how my body remembers, and then I wonder if it
aches for these things as well.<br />
This morning I went for a run at 6:30am. It wasn’t planned; I just woke
up and decided to go. My neighbourhood looks different in the morning
-- there’s a sleepiness about it that I enjoy. During the day, it’s
cramped and loud and at times very aggressive, but at this hour the
blocks that surround my apartment exist within a kind of <i>in-between</i>
: dusk and dawn, slumber and wakefulness, even the air that touches my
skin feels like a blend of both cool and warmth. I don’t run outside
very often, much of my running is done on a treadmill and although I
think a lot about many things while I’m doing this, today felt different
because today I was remembering.<br />
I reached the track about 2 miles from my apartment and decided to run a
few laps around it to increase my distance. I have an app on my phone
that records the details of my run; traveling from my apartment to the
track, and then around it four times, and back home equates to about
five miles. The track circles a soccer field, and especially in the
spring and summer time it livens with people playing sports, exercising,
or sitting on the grassy areas nearby. When I ran along it this
morning, I remember what it was like running on a similar track as a
child.<br />
It’s a strange sensation when present experiences recall past ones that
can make those memories seem almost tangible. When I stepped onto the
track, I felt a rush throughout my body, like I had set foot into a
brand new world. I could feel the rubber track of the surface push
against the soles of my shoes into the bottoms of my feet and then surge
upwards into the rest of my body. I began running faster and felt my
posture change slightly, as I rounded back my shoulders and glided
forward. My breath pulsed out from between my lips and I saw the bands
of white on the surface to the left of my feet, and so I ran as close
to it as possible without stepping over the line. As I rounded the
corners, I tilted sideways slightly, and felt the muscles in my ankles
and thighs engage, and strengthen.</span></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I ran faster.</i><br />
The last time I ran on a track like this was when I was fourteen years
old, and competing in a relay race. I was the third runner in my leg of
the race, and our team was competing against the other schools within
our district. We spent hours after school practicing for this moment;
building each other's spirits, learning the rules of the course, how to
run more efficiently, and ways to pass the baton seamlessly to one
another to sustain the team’s rhythm. We wore our school uniforms, which
were blue, white and silver, and I competed on a huge track in the
middle of a stadium surrounded by student competitors from other
schools. I remember the feeling of exhilaration as I stood on my mark,
waiting for that moment until I felt the cold piece of metal in my hand.
And when I did, I launched forward into infinite, and I don’t think
that I thought about anything else at that moment except for running.</span></span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-78043154297873765342013-03-01T06:46:00.003-08:002013-03-02T11:29:49.252-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>"I'm afraid of using colours. There are so many colours out there, so how do I decide which ones to use? And how do I know which ones work best together?"</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"> think for someone who is beginning to explore colours, but is a bit nervous to do so, taking small steps by giving oneself restrictions can be a good thing; meaning that working with a limited colour palette, for example only 2 colours that are similar (or monochromatic) and then perhaps using third colour, as a highlight is a non-intimidating way to begin. How to choose these two colours is up you. Honestly, I'm one who enjoys keeping things playful in my studio, and although I do have colour touchstones (in other words, my go-to colours) frequently, I choose a colour based on the mood that I'm trying to create within a scene. For example, if it's a sad scene, then I might use cool colours, such as blues and turquoises. Or, if it's a scene that is bold and perhaps even aggressive, I may use reds, and solid blacks. As an illustrator my intention isn't only to render subject matter, but to also create moods and atmospheres. It's important for me to engage as many of the viewers' senses as possible, not only the obvious one, sight, but <i>smell, sound, taste, and touch</i>; colour for me is a good way to appease those senses. Once I decide on the mood of the piece, it will lead me towards selecting a base colour, or starting point. In the piece, "Death on Facebook," for <i>The Atlantic</i>, I chose to use </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17px;"><i><b>blues</b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> as my foundation colour because of the topic of the article. A woman learns via Facebook, that an acquaintance of hers has died. Although there could have been other ways to approach colouring this piece, I chose to use blues and cool tones because I felt that these colours would best represent </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>silence</b></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and the feeling of </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sadness</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. For my drawing "Scars," also for </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The Atlantic</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>,</i> the story was a fictional piece about a woman who has a mastectomy, and decides to tattoo this area of her chest with </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">flowers</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. When I read this story, I gravitated towards the hopefulness, beauty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">strength</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of the character. I asked myself, how can I make this piece both </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">strong</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">beautiful</span> </i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">using subject matter (flowers) which are typically aligned with a kind of fragile and ephemeral beauty? My answer to this, was to make the flowers bold while keeping the delicateness of them intact. The repetition through the clustered arrangements of the flower create a kind of soft armor that the woman sits in. </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I fainted last night.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I fainted in front of my students, while teaching in class.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I was unconscious only for a short period of time, at least that's what I was told.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Only a few seconds.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I have no memory of it even happening; it felt as though somebody hit the power-off switch in my brain, and I suddenly collapsed. Not to diminish the experience but shortly before regaining consciousness, I had what I think was a dream -- and Britney Spears was in it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Mikee said that she was my sprit guide?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I always thought that if I did have any kind of spirit guide it would be someone like Zora Neale Hurston or someone with the voice of Maya Angelou, or Toni Morrison.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">While I was unconscious, Britney never spoke to me, but I wonder had she done so, if the voice of Ms Angelou would have come out of her lips.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Before going to sleep last night, I asked myself what I was supposed to learn from this experience. I sometimes do this; if there is a question which needs answering, I ask myself this question over and over again, until I fall asleep. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I woke up with an answer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Well, more like a question,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Think of all the things that you have in your life and how much they're worth. </i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm 38 years old, and in what I believe is the best health that I've been in over the past 7 years. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Although, I'm no spring chicken, I do believe it was chicken that may have been the catalyst for my all-day-nausea, and eventual fainting spell in the evening.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I wonder if I had been under for a few seconds longer what Britney would have said?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This is not to suggest that I would never source out part of my work; I would be stubborn not to do so, if ever the demand became too large for me to manage. To share, I currently have a sewer, and an assistant, as well as interns who have helped me tremendously throughout this process. But at this point, if I continue to receive help and source out more of my process, then I would want to keep the manufacturing within the US. So far, it's been good, and so far I've been able to afford to do so. But I admit that I am spending more than I am making. And in order to make these shirts, and in order to shift some of my time and attention over to creating these shirts, means that I have to give up other things. I've always believed that everything comes at a price, that when you ask for, and then receive something, then you must relinquish something else in return. To do otherwise, inspires greed and self absorption, two characteristics that I despise in people. The notion of give-and-take is something that I take very seriously; for me, nothing is free.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The past two weeks I have been working more than 90 hours per week. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I write this, not because I am proud. It's only a statement to describe the effort that it's taken me to try to do all of the work. For me, the work was necessary, because choosing to do it any other way, would not have been possible, at least with my current resources and income.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Over the past 14 or so days, I had a kind of daily ritual: I would wake very early in the morning, between 4:15am to 5:00am; I would shower and get changed, and then walk the dogs to the studio. Rita, who is the older of the two dogs, I would carry most of the time -- without trying to humanize her, I figure that it's probably too early for her to walk based on the fact that she just sits on the sidewalk when we get outside. In any event, my work days have been lasting between 12-16 hours everyday, including the weekends, such that I split my days up to accommodate both illustration and fashion related work.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And so, I find myself </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">for some sign to remind myself that all of my pursuits carry with it good intentions, and contain some value of worth.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">* The T shirts above are from my line YEE YEE. My focus for the Fall are on Graphic Tees. They're currently on sale on <a href="http://fab.com/sale/10946/" target="_blank">fab.com</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I've been silkscreening a lot in my studio. Here's part of my process creating the transparencies. Again it's totally DIY-improvise. I'm still wonky. I'm still a newbie, but I'm finally starting to get results that I'm happy with. Enjoy.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm reading Twyla Tharp's "The Creative Habit."</span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've only just begun.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I read constantly, blips and blurbs from this book and that. Sometimes I take what I need from one source and then put it down. After which I pick up another book, and read bits and pieces from that. Sometimes I finish it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Other times I don't.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've taken the pressure off of my having to finish every book that I start perhaps because the work that I do on a daily basis is so deadline driven. As a commercial artist, I must finish everything that I start because if I don't, then it will begin to affect others who are involved in the process; the editors, the art directors, the clients, and the purchasers of whatever service or product my illustrations are connected to.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But this book, even though I've only just digitally swiped open, feels different.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A lot of what I've been doing in my studio recently has been related to the building of my skill and dexterity. The repetitiveness of my process feels new to me only because<i> it is so new</i>. I'm referring to the cutting and sewing and silkscreening that has been so prevalent in my practice since early this year. I think that having been immersed in Illustration since art college, it's slowly eroded away the obvious challenging feelings that can accompany the building up of skill within a creative discipline until they become, as Twyla Tharp suggests, <i>habits</i>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Her words have already begun to affect me in a way that a good conversation can with a friend, or mentor.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I think part of me is always in search of a mentor, but I find it more difficult as I get older, for whatever the reasons may be. Perhaps it's my inability in not knowing how to do so, being shy or fearful about it, or maybe through my own experiences I've concretized my own way of thinking, and so I've built up a resistance to suggestions that don't match my own -- some would call this stubbornness... I call this stubbornness.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Or maybe it's just a logical tendency to become this way after several years of working within the same creative discipline; as one gains more experience in whatever field he or she specializes, there is less of a tendency to ask others for help, and more movement towards sharing knowledge with those who have less experience.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The books that I read have oftentimes become the sources that I tap into whenever I need advice, direction, or solace. I'm particularly inspired by the experiences of others in fields which lay outside of my own. This is not meant to sound arrogant, but I do believe in the importance of having a holistic approach to one's art practice, and that means being open to the ways that others (who's professions are unlike mine) do things in order to grow a better understanding of new ways to work.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Because working in the same formulaic way, day-in and day-out can result in a kind of monotony that I assume would manifest itself in one's work. Although I have no proof of this, I can see the logic in this statement. Part of what I think is so fascinating about the creative arts, is the intuitive component of it. That even though one can plan and strategize exactly how to resolve a particular drawing or painting for example, there is still that component of improvisation, which I believe, lifts that work to a higher level. However, I think it's a mistake to assume that this quality of inspiration that shows up in one's work is somehow the product of genius, or "born of some transcendent inexplicable Dionysian act of inspiration, a kiss from God on your brow that allows you to give the world The Magic Flute." (1) Rather it's the hard work that fuels the creativity; the exercises and the repetition that occurs within the artists' process that is the foundation. "If art is the bridge between what you see in your mind and what the world sees, then skill is how you build that bridge." (2)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">1. Tharp, Twyla with Reiter, Mark. <u>The Creative Habit: Learn It And Use It For Life: A Practical Guide. </u>New York: Simon & Schuster, 2003: 28.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Tharp, Twyla with Reiter, Mark. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>The Creative Habit: Learn It And Use It For Life: A Practical Guide.</u></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> New York: Simon & Schuster, 2003: 41-42.<a href="http://www.twylatharp.org/gallery.shtml#" target="_blank">http://www.twylatharp.org/gallery.shtml#</a></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* photo above from <a href="http://twylatharp.org/">twylatharp.org</a> by Richard Avedon.</span></span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-2012675354909531852012-07-16T17:46:00.001-07:002012-07-18T04:40:25.042-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Love Takes Work</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've stopped believing in formulas for success. Whether they exist or not, I've become tired of looking for one that works. I think I gave up a long time ago. I rarely cut corners, and take the long route to get to places. And although I probably end up putting in more work than I should, I believe that the time that I spend in one spot, learning, and fixing, and making mistakes and recovering from them are some of the most valuable gifts that I've given to myself. It's not always fun, but there have been many rewarding moments. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I believe in preparation.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I believe in inspiration.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I believe in humility.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I believe in patience.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I believe in hard work.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Last night I was at a party with some friends. Yes, yes, although I don't go out as often as I used to, I did last night, and had a really great time seeing friends who I've not seen in so long, and having conversations that I didn't realize that I've been yearning to have because I've been working so much (for the most part) alone in my studio. I've been in this industry for eleven years, and throughout this time, I've gained much experience, most of it being useful; having reinforced and challenged some views and values in both my personal and professional lives. Some of the things that I used to believe in, I no longer do. And some of the goals that I had set for myself have fallen away, and have tarnished in their level of importance. But at the same time, I've learned that parts of myself have, over the years, become more solidified, and unchanged, although I have added to this list some new things that I've begun to care more about.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The Illustrator who I am today is not like the one from seven years ago before I moved to New York. And I think part of it is from the interactions and experiences that I've had living in this city; the friends that I've made, the projects that I've worked on, and even the neighbourhood that I've chosen to live in have all somehow left their impressions on me, which have in turn, affected the choices that I make nowadays.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I spoke with several friends last night about the personal projects that they are working on alongside their careers. Some have chosen to do both full day job, and self-initated projects on nights and weekends. While others have left their professions and have immersed themselves entirely in whatever project to which they've assigned themselves. And I wonder if much of my fascination with listening to their stories has everything to do with the fact that I am in a similar position now, within my own career. Although I'm not giving anything up per se, I am, and have for what feels like, a long time, been seeking out ways to expand my creativity and to lift my art and business to the next level. The obscurity of this phrase matches the obscurity of how I will exactly do this. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Because frankly, I don't know.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm doing a lot of reading and researching, I'm sharing what I'm doing with others, and listening to them talk about what they're doing, I'm watching a lot of documentaries and I confess reality shows too, because I'm anything if not a sucker for the rise of the underdog. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But there are so many moments when I'm confused and unsure about the direction that I should go in, and if it's even worth it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">If you've been reading my entries, you'll know that this is an ongoing theme of mine. I never said that i had answers, and I know that I'm redundant (ask any of my students), and I'm very open about the realities of my experience via my own profession, at times to a self-deprecating level, but I have a narcissistic side as well - I think he needs to be there to balance the critical side of me. There is an artist and critic inside of every Illustrator; the conversation that happens between these two bodies helps us make creative decisions. Sometimes though, I wonder if there's also an analyst inside of me as well because I could sure use the advise.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Over the weekend, I spoke at an "3x3's Nuts & Bolts" Illustration Conference, sharing whatever information that I had experientially about beginning one's Illustration career; really, it was more storytelling and wondering out loud than a didactic approach on how to look for work. My illustrations, and my lectures are an extension of myself and so there needs to be an authenticity of experience; I have to enjoy whatever art I'm making, and in reference to my talks, enjoy whatever it is I'm speaking about. It needs to represent where I'm at presently within my studio practice, and where I'm psychologically and emotionally as well, otherwise I'll get bored. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">At the end of it, someone asked me how early I wake up to do all of the things that I do.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My answer was, "6:00 am."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Of, course this is not a militant ritual of mine, but I realized that over the past year, without exaggeration, I have been waking up very early because if I don't, then I wouldn't be able to accomplish all of the things that I've set out to do. This of course means letting go of other things in my life. However, as extreme as it sounds, it's not really that way. Making the decision to incorporate a second component to my studio practice of creating personal work has really helped me become more productive and efficient because I realize that if I'm not organized, then I won't be able to grow my career in the way that I would like.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The friends of mine who I spoke with last night, talked about their projects, their intentions and creative vision, the amount of time, money and work that they've spent towards them... their stories inspired me in a huge way. And I need to be inspired right now because it gives me comfort and encouragement to continue with the personal projects that I'm doing alongside my commercial work. There isn't often validation while I'm working on self-iniated projects, there isn't always an audience either. Instead, what I do think that there is, is a lot of is uncertainty... and this uncertainty can be so loud sometimes, Uncertainty can make me defensive and tired, and plant the idea in my head to quit. Taking my career to the next level means being uncomfortable -- it requires a ton of work, but it also requires research, analysis, strategy and risk. These are not the most romantic words, I admit, but who said love was easy. Love takes work.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">*The illustration above was for SooJin Buzelli at <u>Plansponsor</u>, "Finding The Best Provider."</span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-73430312236161506012012-07-07T06:03:00.000-07:002012-07-07T06:17:20.061-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sometimes as I'm walking to the studio very early in the morning I shut my eyes when I reach a part of the neighbourhood that's quiet and nobody's around. I just walk with my eyes closed. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">When the sun is rising, and the air thick with heat, I close my eyes and just walk for a few steps.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I did it this morning. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I passed the old asian woman who collects bottles from the trashcans near my studio. I see her every morning around the same time. She wheels a cart that's filled with bags of empty bottles, and I wonder how early in the morning she awoke just to begin her day's work. The past few times that I saw her, I knew that she saw me. Our eyes locked, and I could feel some pressure in my throat; they were words that wanted to come out,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"Jo san."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That's good morning in Cantonese. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The problem is that I don't even know if she's even Chinese. And if she is, does she even speak Cantonese? Maybe she speaks Mandarin, or Toisan. But the words "Jo san" I believe might be quite universal within Chinese dialects. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The old woman reminds me of my grandmother who passed away when I was in high school. We were very close, and she helped raise me along with my aunt since I was about 3 or 4 years old. It's not that my parents weren't around, they were there - except that they had to work, both of them. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My aunt came to live with us one day, and then my grandmother arrived soon after that. She was getting old and so my father being the eldest chose to take care of her. It's typically what happens in Chinese households, the oldest son or daughter cares for their aging parents. Still, shortly after her arrival, it seemed more like my grandmother took care of me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I don't recall the day, or month when she passed away, but I do remember the moment that it happened. She was already in the hospital having suffered a stroke before that. She couldn't speak, and was partially paralyzed. I got a call from my father one afternoon telling me that she died. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My grandmother and I spent a lot of time together, and at a very young age, I had the privilege to witness at close range, the aging process. She arrived to Canada being able to stand and walk with a cane. But slowly, over the years her body began to break down because of arthritis, and so she needed the support of a wall, or desk, or railing to help brace her while she moved. Eventually her body became so old that she spent most of her time in her bedroom, and because of her extreme immobility my father filled her room with everything she might need to keep her comfortable. A rice cooker, cookies and snacks, bread, hot water, tea, a television, papers and pencils, and magazines. To pass the time, my grandmother and I played boardgames, where she sat and rolled the dice and then watched me move both her and my figurine across the board. We played Bingo, where I was both the announcer and the players, filling my card and hers with plastic chips. Sometimes we watched exercise programs on television and my grandmother would raise and lower her arms in the air over and over again, and also kick her feet in and out, while in sitting position. At lunch time, when I was in elementary school, I would go home to see her. I would walk upstairs to her bedroom and sit on her bedside and eat. She usually sat in her armchair next to a broken Singer sewing machine that we used as a table. We also taught her how to write her name and some numbers in English,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I combed my grandmother's hair sometimes, and clipped her nails; each time tracing my fingers along the crooked bones of her hands and feet. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As her body began to break down even more in her old age, my father needed help caring for her, and so as a family, we pitched in. She could no longer go to the bathroom on her own, and so my father taught us how to change her diaper. I understand how strange it is for a teenager to change the diaper of their grandparent, but for me, and the rest of my family, it was very natural. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">At night time, one of us would go into her room and tuck her in. She would say in Toisan, lucky words and sentences.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"Grandmother loves you very much. Good luck. Good luck. Good luck. I wish you lots of good fortune. Good night."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The old woman is hunched over slightly, her layers of clothing spotted with dirt from her morning ritual. She wears a small hat, I expect to protect her from the sun, but moreso I believe it's to keep her grey hair away from her face because the hat has no brim. I can see that the lines around her eyes and mouth are deep, and her nose is very slight. From a distance they are two tiny dots near the center of her face. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">She approaches the corner of the street at the same moment that I do.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We stare at each other for a few seconds, and then I feel shy and look away. I continue to walk about half a block down the street and then I turn back to see her from behind still lifting bottles out of the trash can and placing them into her cart. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">* The illustration on the top right was done for <u>The Atlantic</u> magazine.</span></div>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-90269260756177514052012-07-01T07:42:00.002-07:002012-07-02T06:04:54.406-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I began my sewing journey about 8 months ago, more or less. Prior to that, I'd been trying to teach myself how to sew, but soon became frustrated by the technical component of it. Still, I enjoyed the process of sewing so much that it became clearer that I'd probably benefit from taking some introductory classes to speed up the process.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">...at FIT, Fashion Institute of Technology (by the way, props to Linda, Lyla, and Marie... you all are incredible Professors).</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">... which lead me to take a Draping class, and Pattern-making class. I confess: I failed the latter. Yes, yes, I failed for excessive absences, but for the record, I wasn't playing hookie... I just spread myself too thin that's all, and I wasn't able to keep up. So I had to let something go: Pattern-making. Unfortunately, I had to suffer the consequences, and found myself biting down on an F-grade; and concurrent to all of this, I sought out an internship position with a fashion designer in Manhattan. Admittedly, I was exhausted -- i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">t was so much work, but something that I chose to take on because I had the interest in wanting to learn much more about this discipline. Things rapidly became clearer in terms of how much of this new discipline (Fashion Design) I wanted to incorporate into my Illustration practice, and which parts of it I would allow to fall away. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It has been a dream of mine to work within the fashion industry in some capacity. When I was ten years old, I'd swoon over a Canadian TV program called "Fashion Television". Afterwards, I would grab my pencil crayons and begin to sketch onto paper whatever designs I could think of. As a ten year old, although experientially I lacked the knowledge that comes with life through age that typically informs an artist's work, it was the energy, and the playfulness about my process that I respected in my younger self. When I drew pictures of models in clothing, I had no one telling me if they were good or bad, if they were, or weren't relevant; joy existed purely in the craft of drawing.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A few days ago I completed some outfits which were shot by the photographer Ken Pao. It's in preparation for a modified Tshirt project that I'm working on (although now it may include, peripherally, some custom/bespoke fashion pieces... I really don't know yet). I have to be careful how I word this because it's easy to perceive that I'm trying to transition out of one profession into another, but I have to adamantly share that I am not leaving Illustration to pursue a career in Fashion. Rather, what I'm doing is trying to stay as true as I can to the artist part of me who wants <i>to creatively express himself</i>. For those who don't know me very well, this has been an ongoing theme of mine. I've been labelled on very rare occasions as a Jack-Of-All-Trades (although now that I know how to use a drill, and strum a simple tune on a guitar, I'd prefer the term Renaissance Man -- just kidding). I have feelings of ambivalence towards labels because people have tried to assign them onto me for years... as I have admittedly branded onto myself as well -- at times, to a fault.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The word gay and faggot come to mind (which I still hear every summer even in New York City. It must be the String-Bean tanks I wear...) Having said that, I've chosen to use the label of <i>Artist</i> and <i>Illustrator </i>when describing who I am on a professional level. I think these two carry with it meaning that most accurately aligns with what I do because there is flexibility within these labels' content. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The project's process originally began as my illustrations silkscreened onto Tshirts that I purchased from a manufacturer; however, with some time, and much thought, as well as conversations with others, and myself, it moved into a direction that challenged my initial way of approaching this project. Soon the questions of <i>how</i> and <i>why</i> I wanted to do this started to surface. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">For whatever reasons... <i>insecurity, fear, uncertainty, lack of motivation?...</i> lock many of my ideas within the safety of my sketchbook. I understand that not all these ideas are strong enough to be lifted to a place where they can stand alone and hold the attention of a viewer, but I believe that too many ideas are left on the drafting table unresolved for those aforementioned reasons. It's too easy to give-up, to let my ideas steep in my brain as merely a concept; it's too easy to talk myself into believing that because I'm not certain about the life span, or life plan of this Tshirt project that it's not worth pursuing. What's more difficult is honouring my creative voice, and allowing him to speak even if the words that spew out don't fit into a category of conversation that I've been participating in for most of my career. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My "Love Is Cool" series is still not flushed out entirely, but it will be; sooner or later, I'm not sure. There have been many "<i>I don't knows"</i> within this process. I contacted Ken, the photographer, several months ago to schedule a date to shoot this project, but then pushed the date back later and later. Six months after our initial correspondence I felt I needed to commit and work towards finishing the garments for the shoot. I wasn't absolutely ready, but then again I'm never sure if I ever am truly <i>ready</i>. Sometimes I think it's about taking the risk and acknowledging the consequences, for better or worse. That comes with the territory of being an Artist. You make something and put out there for people to love, or hate, or feel indifferent towards. I've chosen to put it out there, and have made a statement. I'm not certain about the kinds of dialogue or conversation that this project will inspire, if any, but I do feel as if I've created some kind of movement with it. Now the business questions are arising: how do I create these shirts in larger numbers especially because this is entirely self-funded, and made by myself, my assistant and my interns? How do I grade the patterns so that they can fit various sizes? Where can I affordably buy bolts of fabric for smallish runs? Can I do this alongside my Illustration career? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">* Photographer: <a href="http://www.kenpao.com/" target="_blank">Ken Pao</a>; Shoes: <a href="http://rickardguy.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Rickard Guy</a>; Makeup: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/nanaeitoi" target="_blank">Nanae Itoi</a>; Models": Mikee and Keiko.</span><br />
<br />Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-37570102259509640752012-06-26T08:33:00.002-07:002012-06-26T08:36:28.512-07:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Navigating Through Uncertainty</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Over the past several weeks I've been working on a new project. It stemmed out of a long time interest of mine, which is sewing, but I had never given myself the permission to pursue learning "it" until a few months ago, when I enrolled in some introductory sewing classes at FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology). It's been an incredible learning experience, and a challenging one as well, trying to manage life, work, and coping with a wavering level of confidence in acquiring a new skill. The last one is probably the most trying of all -- managing confidence; learning to accept the hard work that is involved within the creative process, and understanding that it's filled with moments of hesitation. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've begun to talk out loud when I work, especially when I encounter those moments in my process when I doubt the direction that I'm moving in; for some reason, my words when spoken aloud seems to untangle my senses, and lead me out of confusion. I'm learning as I go, and I'm paying attention to the steps that I'm taking, but more than anything, I'm allowing myself to fail, and finding the strength to recover as quickly as I can from the mistakes that I make. It can be exhausting - I've been working 12 to 14 hour days for weeks on end. Do I have a social life? No, not really. But it's something that I'm willing to compromise in the meantime in order to manifest my vision. It's a bit narcissistic sounding, I know, but it's not meant to be. I'm most happiest when I'm making things, and despite the uncertainty that comes with the process of not knowing, it's this risk, the chance that the next step I take could be the surprising creative resolve that I'm seeking. My former creative writing professor used an analogy of writing as compared to driving in darkness with high-beams to light the way; you can only see a few feet in front of you, but you know that as you continue on this road, it will lead you home. I keep those words close to me whenever I'm working on some creative project that gives rise to my fear and insecurity - it's a reminder to me that the creative process as convoluted and cloudy as it can be sometimes, can result in something wonderful if I stay on course, and navigate through the uncertainty.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">* "Navigating Through Uncertainty," for SooJin Buzelli at <u>Plansponsor Magazine Europe</u>, Summer 2012.</span></div>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-6047614822489511832012-06-15T04:51:00.002-07:002012-06-15T04:51:28.671-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">I'm happy to share my iPhone case collaboration with <a href="http://www.odoyo.com/" target="_blank">Odoyo</a>. These photos were taken from "Computex," a computer exhibition in Asia. More news about a formal launch date to happen in the coming weeks. Thank you <a href="http://www.odoyo.com/" target="_blank">Odoyo</a>! </span>Marcos Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00018803980116642987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969312322651667614.post-80177241858303932402012-06-13T06:30:00.003-07:002012-06-13T06:31:55.925-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hi everyone! I wanted to share a collaboration that I did with my friends at Spank. Spank hosts some of the hottest art parties that I've been to thus far because it's multi-disciplinary; marrying music with art. Some events have included runway battles, spoken word performances, poetry, sculptural installations, and of course fun music. The boys at Spank have managed to capture the spirit of what I imagine the New York club scene to have been in the 80s. That's why I'm always super excited whenever I'm asked by Spank to participate in any artful collaboration. Above are some photos of the Tshirt I created for Spank - it's a limited edition of 100, 2 colours, on a light grey Tshirt, price is $20. Here's the link to the <a href="http://spankartmag.com/spankstore#ecwid:category=1096040&mode=product&product=12417658" target="_blank">SPANK STORE</a> where you can purchase it, if you'd like. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Happy Summer!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's been a learning process trying to figure out how to incorporate silkscreening into my studio practice. It's still super rocky, but things are beginning to shift in a positive direction. I'm still far away from doing large runs, but I'm coming close to figuring out how to keep the quality of the image close to what I envision in my head. Here's a sound-bite of some of what I did today. Just playing around and having fun. I feel like a kid again! Oh, and sorry about the audio, I probably should've turned down the radio.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Here are some of the inspirational references I go to when I'm working. I don't refer to them all of the time, but these particular books give some insight into where the content of my work originates from, both superficial and conceptual, exterior and interior. Of course, commercially I can't always apply these influences onto the pictures that I draw each time; however, I'd like to believe that sometimes parts of these influences do inform the way that I think while I am creating my work. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Right now, I'm starting to build an interest in Keith Haring's work. I've been in love with his art for several years now, and admittedly have fantasized numerous times about what it would've been like living and working as an artist in New York thirty years ago, but I understand this fantasy is really rooted in my own ignorance - things always seem rosier through the looking-glass. Over the past year, I've devoted more time reading about Haring's process, particularly about the work he did before the subversive subway chalk drawings that became the climax of his career, which were his videos, collages, text based, and semiotic work. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Haring's art is so visual, his patterns seemingly random, and his pictures so happy; this was the initial attraction for me, the superficial quality of his drawings and paintings. But after having read a little bit about his history, I learned that he was much more aware of the relationships between the shapes of black and white that patterned his work. He analyzed the effects of the patterns that he made, how they were perceived as a whole and also how small sections of it related to each other. This evaluative process is so fascinating to me because it inspires me with a new way of seeing, and a new way of making art. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">*From top to bottom: Keith Haring (mug, left); Gilbert and George (mug, right); Hans Silvester, "Natural Fashion, Tribal Decoration from Africa"; </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Jamel Shabazz, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">"A Time Before Crack," (80's fashion, when I used to swoon over New Edition and Bel Biv Devoe); Keith Haring's Journals published by Penguin, Yayoi Kusama (she's having an exhibition at the Whitney Museum on June 13th); Shiaparelli & Prada, Impossible Conversations; Ballets Russes, The Art of Costume; Art of Armor, Samurai Armor from the Ann and Gabriel Barbier-Mueller Collection.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Not out of obligation, but because I <i>had</i> to take a break this weekend. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Keith Haring's artwork, and the boys of SPANK's art-music parties inspire me in a huge way. I've been isolating myself from the world for quite some time now. I don't go out much, and spend most of my time in the studio making things: commercial and personal work. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yes, the reason is because I absolutely love what I do, but there is also another obsessive quality about my behaviour that urges for me to keep on working.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I stop when I'm creatively exhausted and need time to focus and come-back-to-centre, so to speak. Inspiration for me is like food; I can feel when it's used up. And so, when this occurs I start to roam around: in my neighborhood, into manhattan; into galleries and exhibitions, I start to read books, and watch documentaries; I listen to other people's stories and talk to friends and acquaintances - should the proper moments arise - about art, illustration and design related stuff. I know this reads as very linear, but it's not meant to, the experiences unfold as they do -- I just try to put myself within a situation where I can possibly experience something new. Or, I try to keep my eyes and ears open in an effort to take in as much information as I can. I write things down a lot during this time, asking myself questions as it pertains to my work, my goals, and my (creative and professional) beliefs. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yes, of course, I'm interested in art and design and illustration, and a whole slew of other things, but it's really other people's creative processes, and the choices that they make within their own artistic practice that move me the most. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">* The animated gif above is me standing in front of a mural by Keith Haring; the one below is of me standing below some inflatable sculptures by artist Jeffrey Ralston. </span></div>
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