I just gave my presentation (review of contemporary art in paris) an hour ago, and my heart is still pounding hard from the excitement. I cannot ask for a better ending. I have learnt so much from this class- I see many different contemporary artists' work; what they are concern with; what message do they want to get across; what medium they chose to express their opinion; how different material works... etc. But, most importantly, I see how people perceive art individually, and how one's word can affect another's point of view. I am used to going to exhibition by myself or with a couple of friends, but I have never gone with 12 artist and designers. Therefore, I enjoy every discussion we had after the visit. I am always inspired by it. In my opinion, art is about caring- whether it's about an issue, a society, or someone. My way of caring for this class and the classmates are through the postcards I made (in the previous post). They are made of shared moments, then translated into visual pleasure as well as intimate dialogue with one another. Tonight, the postcards took us on a journey of memory, when things match perfectly from beginning to the end. I am really thrilled that people appreciated my work and responded well to it! You guys are wroth all the hard work.
I'm quite excited about what I have done with the materials I gathered throughout the sessions. This Thursday will be the presentation- I'll then transform these images into postcards for Timothy and the group, as a way of responding the class and the art work we have seen. Each image carries a fragment of memory the group shares together, or my personal reflection upon a specific exhibition or space.