Drops of loneliness

I got my first tattoo, an upside-down triangle one in sanguine when I tried to run away from my aunt on the trip to Cambodia. I was 17 years old at that time. It was my first trip abroad, such a quite exciting experience to me even Phnom Penh was just 6 hours by bus from Saigon where I came from. The triangle was fascinating to me. The solid shape. The leader. The hierarchy of needs is also presented by this gorgeous shape, however, the core point and the most essential part of human life is led by a tiny part on the top of the triangle: the mission or the passion. Then, an upside-down triangle would be the best form of eternal inspiration.

Peinture rouge pour un jour de neige
The geometric shape gets influenced by my lifestyle and my artwork then. Naturally just like breathing. I consider my body is just a flesh and a fresh canvas and I get more tattoos in geometric language day by day. I enjoy getting inked. The slight and very thin moment I feel terrified when the machine starts vibrating. Creepy sound like a saw. It reminded me of the scary day I had to meet the dentist when I was little. But on the polar side, I feel extremely satisfied! Just like sex. It hurts but it fulfills my desire. The wound exists to make the trace of a skinny piece of memory last on my skin forever. As a far far far away moment, far enough to get almost faded. Suddenly, it becomes fresh and vivid. Between the sheets, I embrace myself with the hurts.
Skin.
Human warmth.
It’s been so long. I need a hug, need to be embraced. Love and being loved. Why it is this tough for me?
Funny. I turned 21 already in Vietnam. The time zone you know. Never expect to celebrate my birthday in Canada. Funny. I have to wake up early tomorrow to come to the church, the house of God, for the Sunday chapel. Ask Jesus to bless me. Funny, such an atheist like me. But who the heck I could rely on spiritually and emotionally for the very now? No family. No friend to have a real conversation. No love for sure. Only music and drawing can calm my soul. Solitude has many faces and this time, I felt lost and blue among the people.
Am I fuckin’ young to suffer from all those things? Too fuckin’ young!
What a day. What a day….

ART SCHOOL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In 1998, AIB merged with Lesley College

18 Illustration by Thomas Kerr, AIB faculty member, to comemorate the merger between the Art Institute of Boston and Lesley College in 1998

Illustration by Thomas Kerr to comemorate the merger 

 

 

The Art Institute of Boston was founded by Roy Davidson in 1912
as the School of Practical Art.

AIB’s early philosophy was based on Davidson’s
own belief that “beauty comes from the use.”
The school opened in Davison’s own studio,
3 small rooms in Boston’s Back Bay.

 

Calender  of the School of Practical Art (1931)

6 Page 23 of the 1931 Academic Catalog of the School of Practical Art.jpg

The School of Practical Art  was one of the first private, nonaffiliated studio schools in the United States

 

 

12 AIB, Contact Sheet, 1984, 1
7 Open House, Art Institute of Boston, 1968.png

 

 In Autumn 2013, the University officially changed the name of the Art Institute of Boston to the Lesley University College of Art and Design (LUCAD).

 

 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 

 

 

 

 

LUCAD VS AIB

AIB background drawing

School of Practical Art Portraiture Class, circa 1945

Co-ed classroom full of students during a portraiture class at the School of Practical Art. All students, who are dressed very formally, are drawing on canvases. The portrait is of a woman with a flower in her hair.

 

 

 

AIB painting circle.png

You see that all drawings consisted in the very same style: Memetic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But here are my works from Figure Drawing class. We have naked model and the class is very liberal. I have own freedom in my hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

11 Lunder © Robert Benson.jpg
Painting class at Lunder Art Center, Lesley University College of Arts & Design – Credit: Robert Benson

 

Art Barn, May 1958
May, 1958 Photograph Photograph of 16 Lesley College students in art class painting

 

However, I love seeing the student life at that time. They had so much fun together.

 

 

 

….

ART SCHOOL. NOW AND THEN…

 

Art school is the very first project that I put so much attempt to look for material and reference on the web. It is based on the archive of my college. I have a deeper view of my art school, Lesley University College of Art and Design (LUCAD). Otherwise, the purpose of this research still comes from my personal concern, should I be patient with my choice of going to an art school. Art career is very challenging and only the minority of my Asian community choose this direction. A semester at LUCAD takes a fortune that a country Vietnamese working hard to earn and Boston is an expensive city so  I have very high expectation for my education: to get connected with art community and learn how to survive as a visual artist. However, I feel discouraged sometimes and I just do not believe in the comfort of college life.