Home in Home (?)

Yes, the title isn’t my idea. As you’ve already guessed.

I went waltzing into an exhibition today, after what seemed like ages. Well in reality it was just two months, but then again, I grew up in a gallery. No, no. They didn’t put a nursery in an art gallery. 

My father is a graphic artist. ‘Graphics’ doesn’t refer to the 3D sketches with pencil on animated character or the posh stuff on Flash. It’s rather old fashioned (ironically). It involves a metal plate, etching onto the plate, applying layer and layers of pigment and ink. And the finale *drumroll* you put a sheet of paper on the plate and pass it through a super old fashioned printing press. 

I’m so fascinated by the press. I used to love turning the handle over and over until I got chased out of the studio by my father. I wish I could take a picture and showcase it, but unfortuately I’m away from home.

Aaaanyway. I digress. Digress A LOT. 

I went to this art museum and saw an exhibition by *insert name* (I have terrible memory). All his peices are centered around the houses he lived in. He went to Yale (I know!! I’m grinning) and his works involve wires, threads and fine silk sheets.

Curious as to what I’m talking about?

There! That’s one of his works. Pretty huh?

Can you believe that it’s made of nothing but fabric? I was so fascinated that I gaped at it like a fish out of water. But this isn’t the most stunning peice at his exhibition. My personal favourite was the display of an apartment, complete with the door and the stairs. (Maybe it’s simply cause I have a soft spot for the colour blue and all its shades)

Here you can actually see the fabric and it’s transparency.

I love the colour. I want a skirt that colour! Maybe I should ask my mom to design one for me. Yes, yes. She’s a designer. Well in a sense. But that is a story for another day.

Not only was the exhibition filled with swirly swishy fine fabric, but it had other interesting pieces that depicted the overlap of cultural differences

And guess what! I found my room in there too. *Giggles* *Snort*

I know, I know. I will admit, my room is WAY messier than this. 

And even though the detailing and ideas were different and unique, I preferred the wispy sheets of silk. I could just imagine the feel of them on my face. *Sigh*

Well, that’s all for today. 

I think I’m getting a hang of tumblr-ing now!! Weee! I know, I know. I should stop. You can then stop feeling embarrassed for me.

~Lynedius