Greetings everyone! I just wanted to get you a quick update on what's going on: I don't have a lot of time. I'm very tired and need some sleep! The picture above is of me and June, the boy that I'm living with. I was pretty frustrated at our lack of communication at first but it turns out that he has only taken 6 months of English lessons! I am no longer angry!
MOCA
Today I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art here in Seoul.
I freaking loved it.
I always get so charged up by looking at art in a museum or gallery context, like, "I could do that" sort of charged up, and today was no exception. I really enjoyed the exhibits, although I couldn't tell you the names of either of the artists... (oops!)
Their international contemporary art section included a few pieces by Chuck Close and Andy Warhol, but it was the first time that I had seen any of Cindy Sherman or Orlan's work in person. It was sort of disturbing. Also present was an exhibit on Naim June Paik's television work. I didn't get a chance to view that exhibit as much as I would have liked, but I'll be sure to go back.
I couldn't take any pictures (they wouldn't allow it!) but I might try to grab a few when I go back.
Art
I've been trying to incorporate a little more color into my moleskine with a set of cheap watercolors. It works well, but I don't feel like I have a very good grasp of the medium yet. I usually do art while I'm out and about. It's funny; I need water for my paint, and so I usually use the complementary water that coffee shops and restaurants give out. I think the waitresses hate me. Above is some trippy art that doesn't have any coherent theme. The Korean in the picture is a brand of beer I copied off of an advertisement.
This picture was done while enjoying a piece of Tiramisu at a quaint coffee/sandwich shop in the art district on Monday. It was off the second floor, and I just started drawing the shop below. Also featured is a man from the subway and poem about tourists.
I'm exhausted. Going to bed now.
---CJ
(edit: I realize the writing in the poem looks like "erotic." This is not the case. It is "exotic." I am not a pervert.)
1 comment:
This post might be one of my favorite, not because it's particularly entertaining, but because I sense you taking part in my favorite parts of traveling on my own. I envy you the unrestricted visiting of museums, frequenting of coffee shops, reading of books, writing of poetry and time to sit and think. It seems so much easier for me to do that when I'm in a foreign context. Though I've never had a desire to visit the East, I think I'd enjoy following you around Seoul for a few days.
Reading about your museum visit makes me wish I could have taken you to the Met. I did my best to look at noteworthy pieces in the Modern exhibits, but I have a poor memory for names. I did see Polluck and Chuck Close and Andy Warhol, and I think some Orlan, so that's reassuring.
If I were a waitress in a coffee shop you would amuse me.
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