The Art History Inq.

The Art History Inquiry {A record of all media of art in a chronological organization of thoughts. } And as a verb, Art Historying

Nepotism at its best.

People often ask me if I can draw or paint when they find out that I am an Art History major. I always answer, with great humility, “No.”

This is because there is already an artist in my family—my sister. She is the more artistically talented one and I challenge you to not be in awe with her work. I don’t think anyone can deny her mastery of the brush.

Here are images of some her paintings that I stole from her most current portfolio.

SZU-CHIEH YUN

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(From top to bottom: 1. Bike and Bones 2. Brazil III 3. Brazil IV 4. Brazil XI 5. Rain 6. Wave 7. Gone *Photographed by Mary Nguyen)

William visited me in Paris!

William visited me in Paris!

Even-leveled domestic buildings with gray-slated roofs connected by a running balcony. View from my apartment in the 16ème arrondissement.  Charismatic domed roofs decorate nostalgic buildings while paper clouds sail through the blue sky. Paris is an architectural creature. It is a living city. I will miss you.  

Even-leveled domestic buildings with gray-slated roofs connected by a running balcony. View from my apartment in the 16ème arrondissement. 

Charismatic domed roofs decorate nostalgic buildings while paper clouds sail through the blue sky. Paris is an architectural creature. It is a living city.


I will miss you.  

kewl kids. School’s out.  Provins, France. 2012 

kewl kids. School’s out. 

Provins, France. 2012 

Babylon: Surreal Babies

After Jackie and I spent our entire morning “ooh-ing” and “ahh-ing” at everything we saw at the Atomium in Brussels, we made an obligatory trip to the gift shop. 

I don’t have much use for souvenirs or anything in gift shops really, but I had to purchase this postcard. Totally irrelevant to the Atomium and its contents.

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So perfect. All things quirky (and related to the surrealism) never fail to grab my attention. 

This postcard is from James Birch’s collection of strangely delightful babies.

“Babies hatch from eggs, bubble from cauldrons, are fished from rivers, emerge in the cabbage patch, sit atop clouds, and ride in zeppelins. They play instruments, drive automobiles, fly in balloons, harvest the fields; an anarchistic world of baby heaven.

The postcards were a source of inspiration to many artists in the 1920s and ’30s, in particular to both the Dadaists and the Surrealists. They were collected by Paul Éluard, André Breton, Salvador Dalí, Hannah Höch, Herbert Bayer, and Man Ray. The popular images excited inspiration in these artists because of their boundless inventiveness.”

wetheurban:

ARTIST INTERVIEW: BERNDNAUT SMILDE

Story: Anthony Syros

Berndnaut Smilde is a modern day weather wizard. He calls to the clouds and theycome…sort of. By profession, he’s an artist, although his work overlaps into architecture and the sciences.

So rather than create his cloud installations through polyfill stuffing or Photoshop, as we’ve seen before, Smilde goes straight to the source. Using a method he first developed in 2010 for Nimbus, the Dutch artist makes his clouds by combining smoke, moisture and spot lighting to create surreal, indoor heavens.

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I’m in Paris and I’ve taken my bolo tie with me!

Thank you Jackie Kim for the wonderful photos!

(thrifted top, thrifted leather pants—tailored into high-waisted shorts, vintage bolo tie, Helmut Lang bag)

Google Doodle-loo!

                     

                                                               Happy 150th to Klimt!

                     (Just an additional zero to my favorite number, what a coincidence!)

Beautiful Words from a Beautiful Friend.

fullfaithandcredit:

I was thinking about what people must feel seconds before they die. What goes through their mind in that last moment of life. As much as death and the idea of nothingness (or even hell) scares the shit out of me… I imagine death being pleasant. I picture it like taking a car ride home after a long…