Purple, White, and Red Mark Rothko, 1953. I'm a violet. At least, that's what NYU calls all of their current undergraduates, graduates as well as alumni. In a sense, it's quite nice to be referred to that way, as it's similar to being accepted to some sort of exclusive (yet, okay, expensive) club. I'm aware that … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Violet.
No. 61 (Rust and Blue) Mark Rothko, 1953. Take a minute here and reflect on the significant paths, experiences, changes, and people that have more or less shaped who you are today. When I do that, usually during my daydreams, my head drifts and picks out a specific point of time in my life randomly … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Indigo.
Untitled (Yellow, Orange, Yellow, Light Orange) Mark Rothko, 1955. My father once told me that our ancestors immigrated to Taiwan before the ultimate demise of the Qing, which was the last imperial dynasty of China. So basically, my ancestors were one of the first ones to move to this little island. It was quite a … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Yellow.
2018/02/17 @ St. Basil's Cathedral, Red Square, Moscow, Russia. There are so many places that I want to but have yet to visit, and the St. Basil's Cathedral was one of the locations on my bucket list. The onion shaped roofs (there's nine of them in total) vaguely remind me of gumdrop candies and candy … Continue reading Moscow.
Happy New Year! I hope everyone's 2018 started out the right way. If it started out terribly, just know that it'll probably go uphill from there...and that it's just another day. I was at Hong Kong for a couple of days for vacation and countdown, and I had a really great time there (with good … Continue reading Whim.
