Posts tagged with ‘artist’

  • Where do we stand to stand for humanity?

    In Art, Artist, Capitalism, empire, imperialism on

    The image of French children with their hands behind their heads kneeling before heavily armed military police compellingly signifies the mechanism of capitalism.

    Children are our future. Their courageous burst of humanity against injustice, exploitation and subjugation is a bright hope of our future. The system brutally mutilates it off of children with a sheer force of violence as they push them into an imperial cage of corporatism, colonialism and militarism.

    The savagery of this act signifies the whole scheme as a domestication of humanity in harvesting profits off of the people.

    The global capitalist hierarchy of brutality is facing itself as it relies on fear to maintain “democracy”, “freedom” and “humanity” within the cage. They were once head-chopping colonizers in Algeria. They destroyed Libya in a brutal armed robbery, massacring countless innocent people. As they fail to destroy Syria, the self-destructive momentum of contradictions and hypocrisy viciously assaults its own people.

    We the artist face the dilemma of expressing what it is to be humans while firmly being stuck in the framework of corporatism, colonialism and militarism. We all struggle to find our own balance to stand in this precarious time. For all of you who struggle, I would like to say that you are not alone and I thank you for your struggle.

  • Good Bye to Bill King

    In Artist, News on

    I’ve been feeling numb and broken over the passing of my friend Bill King.

    The objective reality is that he was a rare human who defied the absurdity and cruelty of our time by relentlessly motivating us to see what we are through playfulness, mystery, wonder, warmth, fragility and strength in his work. He proved to us that it is indeed possible to live with dignity and humanity even in a time like ours. He was 90 years old. Knowing how he was, he probably worked till the very end. Ending of his life should be celebrated as a great achievement.

    But I selfishly wish that he still calls me to say hi, that we still exchange studio visits and chat about how things are.

    Not feeling like saying good bye to him at all.

    Bill, where did you go?

    Bill with his sculpture in his house

    Bill with his sculpture in his house

    Bill with his sculptures in his house

    Bill with his sculpture in his house

    Bill in his house

    Bill in his house

    Bill with his sculptures in his house

    Bill with his sculptures in his house

    Bill in his studio

    Bill in his studio