#it's a memory from a vacation with grandma in her childhood village

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Found some old art, thought it's worth posting

[hotfuss]

tell me about some fond memories of your childhood; or, alternatively: tell me some things you like about italy (i am lying on my stomach cupping my face while propped up on my elbows with my feet absentmindedly kicking in the air while i listen)

ok so i told you about one of grandma’s sisters being a farmer and giving us free cherries (the fattest, darkest, juiciest cherries i may add. they are the best in the world) and as kids we would visit her quite often, which included spending time with their son/my mother’s cousin which i always adored so much as a kid, some people have a sibling complex, i used to have a first cousin once removed complex. anyway every time we would go visit and it happened to have rained the day before and there were still puddles around my cousin would take my brother and i and just make us a little makeshift raft with a piece of spare wood and a little sail and then make it float on those puddles. i can still smell the motor oil from their farming vehicles in the shed where my cousin would drill a hole in the wood for the sail bit or the musty smell of grapes of the room they would store them to sell them directly to people. i remember my great aunt making me some pasta in broth and adding it some kind of melting cheese (that is probably only vaguely more cheese than a kraft slice lol). at her house was the only place back then that received this local tv channel where i could watch some cartoons, including saint seiya, that i loved sooooo much but it was always the same damn episodes and i never knew how the story continued until it was broadcast again on a major channel when i was in middle school

in summer my father used to take my brother and i up to this little village up the hills (or mountains i guess) where my uncle used to have a cafè and spent many days swimming in the river in the company of my cousins, and got so many free candies and free plays at pinball. and i felt very cool bc as part of the family i was allowed to go to the back of the store too (this little village is very quaint and lovely and i will bring you here once you visit me)

most of summer days spent at my paternal grandparents’ house included having a midnight snack (usually a slice of bread with salt and oil. with green olives and tiny pickled onions when we wanted to be fancy) and then sitting on the steps in front of the house with my grandpa telling us stories while watching the moon

up until i was 17 we went on vacation on the seaside at the same location and renting the same apartment, i was with my maternal grandparents since with my mother working they were the only one who could take us somewhere for so long and especially when we were younger they made us wake up at 7 as if we were still in school (insane, we were on vacation!!) (double insane thinking about me waking up so early in the morning, i know it sounds fake!) but the best thing about it is that i used to have a huge fascination for when the trash truck would come (around 7:30) to empty the bins so at least i got to watch that lol. our apartment was like a 7 minutes walk from our beach resort and my fave thing about it was walking past this house who had a passiflora on their fence. i’m in love with those flowers and i would pick them up if one would fall on the ground i loved doing that walk in the early morning bc the air was still crisp and it smelled so nice from all the plants of the surrounding houses and hotels. when my mother would visit (coming one day after a morning shift and staying till the day after before leaving for her afternoon shift) we would take a slightly different route bc she liked to buy a newspaper. loved when my father visited too, with my parents around that usually meant more ice creams and more money for foosball or the couple of arcade games the cafè had. we spent soooo sooo much money for the tokens needed for those arcade games (and often all of the kids will play together or at least watch). i got the mame emulator just to be still able to play cadillac and dinosaurs sometimes. i’m a monster at foosball bc i played it so much with my father and we used a “no mercy” policy, he wouldn’t hold back only bc we were kids... and at some point when i was older i became better than him. and the year they switched cadillac and dinosaurs for another arcade game (that i forgot about) it was such a sad day. also phone booths to call home were still a thing back then and in the evening we would often go to them and queue to phone home or some other relatives... i miss going on vacation there so dearly

[tenpmtalks-blog]

Graveyard Tale

Me and my family were driving back home from a vacation. When we passed by a cemetery and my grandma suddenly tells a story about our hometown and how it came to be. And she said this with complete seriousness.

During the mid-1920s, there is a family living in a small village. The family consists of a loving daughter, a caring mother and the most trustworthy father. They were the perfect family indeed. They were living a simple and a precious life. The daughter would play outside with her friends in the village while her mother cooks a meal for their family. His father would then walk in the streets-to come home from his work in the fields. He brings along with him, his daughter from the streets to go home and eat.

They have built a small and humble home on a small lot, and beside the home was a giant tree, older than anyone in the village. The parents taught the daughter to offer food under the tree, because they believed it to have a living entity dwelling in it. And so the daughter does offer food unto the said imp and was fascinated by how the creature would look like. And every passing day that the girl would present a meal, she would talk to the tree or to whatever was said to be in it, in hopes of one day the creature would come into view.

And one day, something did appear. There came a small and adorably looking sprite, looked up to the girl. It asked if he could play with the gracious little girl. She said yes and showed lots and lots of wonderful games. She jumped on and off the chain of rubber bands, she hopped pass a log, and ran here and there. And the pixie was pleased. It enjoyed every bit of everything. And he said, "As a gratitude to your kindness and enthusiasm, I will do anything to protect you and your family." And the cheeky little girl, nodded without understanding its true meaning. The elf faded into the air as the leaves fell down from the gushing wind. The girl ran as fast as she could to tell her parents what she saw and what she did. And the parents had a big smile on their faces and thought that it was another imaginative thought of their lovely daughter.

The girl grew older, and so did her parents. A decade passed by and the war started, disturbing their town. There were rumors that the Japanese soldiers were heading their village, and so the family started to panic. The closed all doors and windows and huddled together, and they looked very bothered. The daughter was so confused and alarmed; she did not know what to do. She cried under the tree and wished upon the little imp she remembered when she was young. She was not sure if it was even real anymore but she had nothing else to do but to hope for the safety of her family she was promised. The sprite did appear and he knew exactly why she was crying and he said, "Go straight into the woods, and turn left on the second largest tree you will see. There is a cottage lit by a single lamp. Inside it are food supplies enough for you to last a year. Bring your family there. No one will find you there." As soon as the elf finished his sentence, the girl said thank you and quickly told her parents about the cabin. They became furious about her behavior and said that it was very ignorant of her to talk about fantasies when they are in the middle of a war and in the verge of dying.

The daughter was so hurt by how her parents responded. She ran out to the wood with thoughts of how she only wanted to help and save her family. She ran into a large tree and remembered her friend's directions. She hurriedly ran to the next large tree and did what the elf told her. And the last thing she knew was; she was inside a warm and cozy cabin lit by a lamp. It was true. It wasn't a fantasy. She knew that the cabin will save her family from the invasion and they could live their life peacefully in that cabin. She grabbed the lamp and brought it back home. It was the evidence she needed; that they could be saved and that she was telling the truth.

But as soon as she got close to their hut, everything grew quiet. The girl saw their oddly opened door. She pushed it slowly and to her grieve, she saw her family cold and still on the floor. Her respected and trustworthy father she knew was now a chilly corpse lying on his own blood bath, looking at the eyes of his beloved. And her mother, obviously harassed, has her skirt pulled up to her torso without anything underneath-a tear dripping slowly down her cheek.

And right at that moment, something switched in the mind of that young lady. With a heavy walk, she went out to the street and saw the horrific sight of her village. The place she once filled with childhood memories and wonderful moments, is now a melting pot of burnt houses, blood drenched cadavers and tears of the frail. She wiped her tear and got a shovel. There was no trace of the humbling village she knew, it is just a wasteland now, with a thousand of unjustified lives residing six feet below.

Years have passed the young lady became a lady on her own. Grew up with what the lessons her parents left for her. She lived in the cabin with her friend elf. She saw how the village progressed after the great massacre, but it will never cover up the stains of the past. She washes her clothes on the nearby river of her cabin. She soaked every bit of stain and fury she still have left. But as she looked up, she saw two Japanese soldiers approaching her way. They asked the name of her village. She stood up without a flinch. She clenched her fingers unto the damp cloth resisting every ounce of urge to avenge her parents. The emotions and the terrifying scene came back to her and overflowed through a tear in her eyes. And with gritted teeth she sharply said, "Cutcut mete."

[jcihu]

Final works

Tittle — Be Tween

This title has two meanings

1.The relationship between architecture and people, the architecture here refers to the carrier of memories, it is an abstract concept.

It is also the relationship between me and my childhood, which is a process of introspection.

2. Be Tween 

(Tween) In human development, the beginning of adolescence is generally regarded as the end of pre-adolescence in the stage between early childhood and adolescence. When entering pre-adolescence, there will be accompanying challenges and anxiety.

For me, this is actually a way for me to escape from self-hypnosis. It is a kind of psychology that wants to break away from real world, escape and avoid reality. I hope I will stay in that period (tween)forever, and remain as pure as I am, free from external social factors.

—Material and expressions

In my childhood, every winter vacation because I was busy with my parents, I was sent to my grandparents' house. In that quiet village, it was dark at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. The light bulb on the roof is always covered with a layer of dirt, which dims the dim light. But I don't have much fear. Grandma will light two candles on the candlestick to make the night brighter. I like to see a small flame that ignites the candle. The wax slowly descends to form a beautiful and random shape. Occasionally, when thesnow covers the entire village, wake up one night, the candle is gone, but the snow on the roof is just beginning to melt, one drop, two drops, dripping under the eaves, but because it is too cold, it forms an ice on the eaves. Column, I am surprised thatcandles and snow can leave the same shape. This is my mainsource of inspiration.

At the same time, Pat Steir's iconic "Drip" and "Waterfall" works also give me some inspiration. Her work makes me feel awkward and full of tension. In her case, she often climbs onto the ladder and pours a bucket of paint onto the canvas. The paint falls along the canvas due to gravity, and a random path appears. With the accumulation of layers and the fusion of colors, the texture of the canvas itself and the changes in ambient temperature will have an impact on the final effect of the picture. I really like this seemingly random, but actually a work that is slightly controlled by the artist. I think such works of art are more soulful and more vivid.