Growth 1964
Mixed media
on paper, 67x57cm
Private
collection
This was the first piece
of art I saw in the National Art Gallery which caught my attention. It is named ‘Growth’, and is a medium sized drawing, which shows different types of leaves growing together. Each leaf looked
different from the others and they were all different heights and widths. They
grew together from the bottom, but grew outward and at different lengths toward
the top. The drawing has no colour, but I liked that about the drawing because it was simple yet it spoke lengths of meaning to me.
It made me think of my life. I thought of my friends who grew up with me since we were young. I realized that we are all different and we grew in different, distinct stages. It didn't mean that one of us is in any way better than another. We are just diverse and unique. We grew and are growing in our own time and pace. Some of us are faster or taller, wider or older, and are each uniquely different. This drawing said so much to me in just one frame.
As a person who does not usually look so deeply into art, I am surprised that I was able to obtain so much and think so much just because of that piece of art. I vow to never underestimate any piece of art ever again.
Someone forgotten (dream and reality)
1999
Oil paint
137x176cm national visual arts collection
This painting was the last piece of art which caught my attention. It was in a section of the Art Gallery called "Absurd(c)ity". The art in this section was of more recent times and had a more modern feel than the other sections. This painting was of 9 elderly skinny men in a house. Two are lying down, the rest are squatting or sitting on the floor. I supposed that the 9 men was of different aspects of one man's life.
There are four young girls also in the painting and one elderly lady watching television in another room with one of the seated elderly men. There is a framed photograph on the floor of a family. And there is a middle aged couple looking into the house through a caged window.
This speaks to me by saying that sometimes we forget the elderly people. We lump them whether in word or thought or physical beings. We ought to be more thoughtful of them. We ought to consider them more. And appreciate them.
It made me think of my life. I thought of my friends who grew up with me since we were young. I realized that we are all different and we grew in different, distinct stages. It didn't mean that one of us is in any way better than another. We are just diverse and unique. We grew and are growing in our own time and pace. Some of us are faster or taller, wider or older, and are each uniquely different. This drawing said so much to me in just one frame.
As a person who does not usually look so deeply into art, I am surprised that I was able to obtain so much and think so much just because of that piece of art. I vow to never underestimate any piece of art ever again.
Someone forgotten (dream and reality)
1999
Oil paint
137x176cm national visual arts collection
This painting was the last piece of art which caught my attention. It was in a section of the Art Gallery called "Absurd(c)ity". The art in this section was of more recent times and had a more modern feel than the other sections. This painting was of 9 elderly skinny men in a house. Two are lying down, the rest are squatting or sitting on the floor. I supposed that the 9 men was of different aspects of one man's life.
There are four young girls also in the painting and one elderly lady watching television in another room with one of the seated elderly men. There is a framed photograph on the floor of a family. And there is a middle aged couple looking into the house through a caged window.
This speaks to me by saying that sometimes we forget the elderly people. We lump them whether in word or thought or physical beings. We ought to be more thoughtful of them. We ought to consider them more. And appreciate them.
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