I am 21 now, the age of fickleness. I always hated my high school, and regrets why I chose the place to go (Reno, NV), because it was a countryside and roads were too big barely saw people walking on the street. My life at that time was just like three points and one line; went to school, went home, went to bed. A lot of people would be surprise why I hated a place where is so beautiful and peaceful. However, as a young age, I thought really need a place which can push me further instead of slowing me down, and enjoying life.
Luckily, I got in to Parsons before I totally lost my passion. The first day I arrived at New York, I am both excited scared about it. I am not talkative, I don’t know if I could survive in this city. First day of my school, awesome! I felt finally I am here and doing things I like. And then I started to deal with a lot of things besides school homework, found a house, went to bank, cook, internship. I felt I grew up in one day. The pressure also came along with all of them. People on the street they walked so fast, tourists might be the only part would slow down and see the city carefully. I can see all the New Yorker faces have been written on words “ I don’t care.” This city is physically and also mentally make people feel cold. At end of last semester, everybody was extremely exhausted of their Finals, me too. One night I was told that workshop was going to close. I clean up my unfinished work and hide it behind the locker near the workshop. It was cold outside. I suddenly wanted to walk home. New York city is always noisy and fickleness. However, that night the street was so quiet to me, my pressure and exhaustion were disappearing by the step by step. And it was my first time felt PEACEFUL in this city. And which is strange, I didn’t know when I started loving the emotion of peaceful.
PAPER SCULPTURE INSPIRATION:
emotion：hide and cover
First MUS version USING medium weight
second MUS VERSION USING canvas
TRACING PATTERN TO FABRIC