Art

opening

Follow the paths that lead to opening.

Opening

Opening

chalk pastel on wood (2012)

Created with a little help, some overt (see: her right hand), and tons less visible (see: the opening, magic, ‘love and light’).

Drift Series

gouache, ink, and gold dust on wood.

trust, surrender

"trust, surrender" by joy gloria liu

Mixed media piece created for the PROKR8 show, opening First Friday @ Somär [1727 Telegraph Ave / Oakland].

Come by to see it up close and see if you can make any sense out of it.

more on the show

Each of 18 artists was given a slab of wood and the idea “procreate” to run with. We were also asked to share some words / thoughts on the process, and our take on procreation… here’s what spilled out:

and disclaimer: i’m a visual artist not a poet. just sayin.

procreation:
building and destroying
a love \ hate process
a constant shifting
a familiar restlessness
clinging and suspension in layers
getting lost and found,
wandering.

it’s therapy
,
a punching bag,
chalk and grit
,
blood and sand,
charcoal, gold dust,
and spilled ink.
it’s my ex-‘s doubt
and his fist.
generations of ancestors
smirking in their graves.
it’s that idiot who never called
.
it’s them, lookin at me sideways
casting epic narrative wagers across my back
never thinking that maybe
i’m just shy, and sure
i’ve got issues
just like everyone else
and they are just as profane
and no less sacred than yours.

pro-creation happens in these dark hours.
in the shadows of dissatisfaction.

once in awhile —
i breathe, listen, pause
reflect, forgive, stay open
— trust, surrender —
and in those few moments of peace,
the drive to create dissipates.
somewhere between gasping, stretching,
sinking, and the exhale,
it’s gone.
anew,
anahata.
the desire and the craving,
replaced by clarity and compassion.
but mostly, we struggle.
whether mindfully with insight,
or furiously and clenched.
leaving tracks behind,
in wood, in ink, in metal, in paper.
the process comes from all the struggle,
reminds me of
 my weakness, 
my flaw,
my impatience, and imperfection,
and the courage to step up to meet it
over and over again.

trust,
surrender.

homemade

hand-cut, recycled leather earrings.

barefoot

stage 2

everything passes. the good, the bad, the ugly. the painful, the joyful.
leaving the documentation of last week’s jealousy, moving onto thoughts of the different roles and personas we wear and throw out. sometimes it’s hard for us to accept change; sometimes it’s even harder for others in our life to accept it. hmm.

This Too Shall Pass (phase 2)

This Too Shall Pass (phase 2)

stage 3

erasing, filling, erasing, filling.

thinking about palimpsest and how much of the original drawing to keep. resisting the impulse to throw the entire piece out with the recycling.

This Too Shall Pass (phase 3)

This Too Shall Pass (phase 3)

you got no reason not to fly

baby birds

baby birds

the drawing is white ink on deliciously crisp, very lightly ribbed, brown fabriano ingres paper.
which they don’t make anymore… just my luck.

speaking of impermanence, i spent hella hours marvelling at these two baby pigeons perched on the balcony of the apartment i stayed at in manhattan.  and then i heard they didn’t make it.  thaaaat’s anicca.

RIP baby pigeons.

RIP baby pigeons.

willis balcony at night

willis balcony at night

F-L-Y thought collage

F-L-Y thought collage

ode to baby city pigeons

ode to baby city pigeons

i get jealous sometimes.

in addition to rightfully being accused of being avoidant and noncommittal.

drawing | stage one

drawing | stage one