Intimate Moments / The Color Violet.

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.

Intimate Moments / The Color Indigo.

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.

Intimate Moments / The Color Yellow.

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.