Intimate Moments / The Rainbow.

Untitled (Violet, Black, Orange, Yellow On White And Red) Mark Rothko, 1949. If I told you how much I love you, I think you'd believe it. I'm terrible with words, especially when there's urgency involved. I created a timeline and promised (more like expected, let's be real here) myself that I need to write and publish…

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…

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…