vendredi 28 avril 2017

you know you're becoming an adult when you need to go through multiple drafts for 1 email

Dear Professor, 

Thank you for your message. Apologies for the late reply. 

I too am excited to join the course this October! I was recently in Oxford for the IB Oxford Study Courses and visited St. Catherine's again with my family. Although no one was there, I loved the atmosphere given by the buildings, and I look forward to spending the next three years studying there. 

Unfortunately in the past few months I haven't been reading about art as much as I'd like to due to studying for exams. However, during my brief stay in London last week I visited the very popular David Hockney exhibition at the Tate and it reminded me why I've committed myself to this subject -- his Colorado canvases in particular with their really vibrant orange colors touched my heart and made me itch to do some painting myself.

I'd like to take this opportunity to briefly discuss some of my art historical interests. Lately I have been quite interested in contemporary painters. In a modern age where the boundaries of art have expanded so much I wonder why there is still such a visceral appeal in traditional media like oil painting. Is it simply, purely, because they are just so beautiful, and we as humans still can't relinquish the idea that aesthetics enhance art? Or perhaps because oil paintings encase the world in this strange surreal kind of alternate reality that is so frozen and eerie and vivid. (Or I'm just biased, as a painter myself.) Watching famous Chinese director Jia Zhangke's documentary about painter Liu Xiaodong also made me feel like this -- intrigued and amazed and so in love with art. Hopefully once the exams pass I'll be able to delve into it all again -- I'm soon going to be interviewing Australian abstract painter Louise Zhang for my magazine, which is a creative arts publication for the Chinese diaspora, and I think she's also in a moment of transition in terms of style, delving more into the macabre and using more jarring color schemes (at least from what I can see based on her Instagram!), so I'm excited to have a conversation with her about the appeal of painting and about her own practice in particular. 

The interview in our latest issue was with British video artist Lawrence Lek, who suggested this really interesting idea of 'Sinofuturism' reminiscent of Hito Steyerl, which confuses me a bit but is also absolutely fascinating. There are so many fresh ideas and perspectives out there, whether these are new ideas or simply historical ones I haven't systematically studied yet, and I can't wait to encounter them! 

See you in October,
Regards,
Jiaqi

dimanche 23 avril 2017

dreams

I had 2 really vivid dreams last night, one of which was a nightmare that was so strange I can't really put it into words. The other one was actually kind of interesting and I'm going to try to describe it here because it was so sci-fi. It was really Doctor Who so I could probably pitch this to the BBC later on, lol.

It starts out with my family and I going to watch an IMAX 3D movie (I remember this fact because at the beginning I didn't have the proper glasses on, then I put them on but instead of things becoming clearer they just became blurrier and I had to adjust the focus/zoom and stuff.) The movie was a sequel, and they had this "previously on..." bit at the beginning where they said an alien civilisation sent a huge spaceship to Earth to help mankind explore space, but it took mankind 60 years just to learn how to turn it on. And once they turned it on, they found a map of the universe in the system, except it was way larger than the observable universe, and they realised that this ship came from somewhere that was outside of the observable universe. So they launch the ship and try to reach the outside of the universe.

Fast-forward centuries, probably, and the ship is a city / space station thing where a lot of people live. But something goes wrong and it's infiltrated by spies? So these 2 agents (who are these 2 guys from CollegeHumor) have to go in and wake everybody up from this weird reverie. They basically just have to shove everyone they see and yell "It's just an illusion, wake up!" At this point I become one of the two agents so I'm running along all these corridors that look like old palaces, like Versailles etc, and ballrooms with chandeliers. Sometimes there are spies hiding behind the people, using them as shields, so I have to shove the people away. And sometimes when I shoved them there was a prickly sensation of pain in my palm because some of them had acupuncture needles sticking out of them? Anyway, we got to this one room that looked like a waiting room, and there were all these people muttering, and it turns out they all think they're in London. So I had to jump over seats and be like "It's not London, wake up! You're in danger!" One of the people was Mme Shaw, my French teacher, and she was dressed in a cardigan and looked older and very sad, and seeing her like that made me feel so sad. I couldn't wake her up. Then I don't remember the rest of the dream, I must've woken up. I went to pee and came back, and had an unrelated nightmare.

Oh and Macaulay Culkin was in there somewhere too.

jeudi 13 avril 2017

oxford stories

Being around Oxford these past few days I've tried to imagine myself here, and I don't know what I see. On one hand I don't really see myself here but I also feel like I might actually adapt really well. It's a quiet little town heavy with history and, albeit seemingly boring, I feel like I could just melt myself a little bit, become malleable like warm wax, find a little nook where I can set and it'll imprint itself onto me.

Yesterday to pass the time whilst sitting alone at lunch and to avoid looking lost I looked at my phone. I quickly ran out of interesting things to look at so I just went onto the New Yorker, and the first article I clicked on happened to be a really nice and interesting one by my favorite White Man In China, Peter Hessler. Then I remembered Hessler did graduate studies at Oxford (I had semi-jokingly asked him to write me a recommendation letter when I first emailed him... clearly I didn't know how UCAS worked because how do you even include a recommendation letter as an undergraduate going through the UK system?) so I found his article, Identity Parade, about his time there. (Going through the article it seems like that letter of recommendation probably wouldn't've helped much anyway.) I really love this article and I can almost see a twentysomething Hessler wandering through High Street looking mildly bored and a tad contemptuous in the nineties. I think these days the weather has been a little bleak so I really feel that hazy atmosphere he conveys... sleepy, grey, overcast, everything just passing by, the order of things, peaceful. Today when walking to class in the morning I thought about how, once I've settled down here, maybe in my second year, I could write a series of surrealist, magical realist short stories where the only common point was that there were set in Oxford. This was inspired definitely by this one other New Yorker article I skimmed through, about an Abu Dhabi-set short story collection. I think it would be nice.

There should be a drinking game where you take a shot each time Peter Hessler mentions China in a non-China-related article.

By the way, this is a trick I've been using for years, but if websites like the New Yorker, the Boston Globe etc. say you've run out of your 5 free articles for the month or whatever, just clear your cookies and reload and they'll forget you were ever here. *hacker voice* I'm in. I mean, obviously we should respect the paywall because it's so difficult to support quality journalism these days, but like... I mean, I'll subscribe to the New Yorker when I'm 27 and have my own income, you know?

Anyway, this is partly for my mom's benefit, hi mom, but obviously I need a 6 in math to study here so I should get back to my questions.

mardi 11 avril 2017

On Water and Loneliness

I've been feeling kind of down lately. Yesterday evening I was close to tears. It's probably a combination of different things including exam stress and the fact that I haven't cried for no reason in quite a while and time's up. Tick tock.

Every time I listen to Frank Ocean's Blonde there's something unexpected, like a song I forgot was there, or just realising that time passes so much slower when that album is playing. It's an amazing album.

I've been really thirsty lately. I have been drinking so much water. Last evening there was a high-pitched beeping noise that would ring for a few seconds, then stop for one second, then start again, outside the window of my dorm at OSC. It drove me crazy. My chest felt tight and constricted, like someone was squeezing my heart, and I couldn't breathe well. I wanted to cry. Then I went to dinner and the food was extremely dry, and I probably drank about a whole carafe of water. Today my throat feels like parchment, probably because I forgot my toothbrush and as of now it has been almost 36 hours since I've brushed my teeth. My tongue is sticky and I feel like there are little granules of sand in the back of my mouth. So I finished yesterday's Evian and since I don't trust the tap water here, at lunch time I went back into town and bought a £35 adaptor for my dumb uniquely Swiss laptop charger, a huge pack of tissues, toothbrush, toothpaste, and another 500ml bottle of Evian that I proceeded to finish within two hours. I've never drunk so much so fast before, probably not even in the summer, though I can't be sure. After I finished the water I just sat there feeling very terrible and very thirsty. I still haven't been able to have a drink. I think I'll just brave it until dinner. This strange sensation of parchedness has risen to accompany a massive surge in loneliness. Because OSC runs for a long time and everyone drops in at different times, a lot of the people here already know each other. This morning I sat across-ish from a girl at breakfast and I didn't talk to her and left after 15 minutes, and then she arrived at where I was waiting and introduced herself to this other girl who was there (who was a girl with whom I ate dinner last night, but she didn't make eye contact with me when she arrived, so...) and they started talking to each other in French. Gradually the sparse individuals standing around began to arrange themselves into little circles and I was having an imaginary conversation in my head where I did talk to that girl at breakfast and would now not be standing alone. And I know none of this matters, because I'm here to study, not to make friends, and anyway who cares, afterwards I talked to this other girl who was also alone and she was really nice, though I haven't seen her since classes started because everyone melts into this crowd. At Harvard I learned to eat alone without feeling like a piece of shit, I've learned to hang out with myself, but at the same time it's not very healthy to just give up and withdraw into myself, but I don't have the energy to really go out there and make friends with the kids in my Econ class. I talked to this one guy Lem for a little bit, and Hamza whom I know from La Chat Stuco last year was also there so we talked a bit and sat together, but I didn't pursue it that much. This afternoon I crossed my arms because it was cold and realised Hamza had just crossed his arms a few seconds ago; I started to slide down my seat with that slouchy terrible teenager posture then realised that Hamza had just done that; I was mirroring him subconsciously, it's probably a psychology thing showing I'm deferring to him because I have nobody else to hang out with or whatever, I immediately straightened up and tucked my fingers under my thighs where it's a little warm. Anyway, I just tell myself that I'm actually very good at making friends when I want to, and I'll put effort into making friends when I'm in college when it actually matters, but I also wonder if a) I am actually that good, as since last summer I haven't exactly proven myself to be very good at making friends, is this just temporary or is this really me, have I gotten shyer, what's wrong with me, and b) I'm probably good at making friends out of necessity or convenience and clinging onto them for the short-term, but in college you're supposed to make lifelong friends and meet kindred spirits, and I'm scared I won't be able to. What if by the time I graduate university it'll be like now, where I realise how indifferent I am towards most of my peers and how I can't wait to move on and meet more people. I feel like I'm going through a mid-life crisis, I shouldn't feel this way, I'm still young, I should be enjoying myself and goofing off.

The title is so deep. I was going to write a short story fiction thing where I express these feelings but, you know, subtly. I'm too worn out for that. I'm going to go have dinner with a girl I had dinner with last night, and lunch with today, and with whom I walked back, but it's not like we seek each other out, we just run into each other and fall into step, it's natural and nice and carefree. After dinner I'm going to do 2 hours of homework and then it'll be, what, ten o'clock. I'll sleep.

samedi 1 avril 2017

Songs this month #3


Spotify has been explicitly trying to turn me to Korean music for ages and, in an effort to up my discover scores on Last.fm, I have finally given in. I have allowed them to throw whatever they can at me. My discover playlists are pretty much all Korean. I even listened to BTS for an afternoon but didn't really like it. Anyway, I love the bridge from the verse to the hook in this song (if that's what the term is?). Also I just checked out the music video and it's so cute - it's about two roommates who hate each other and pull pranks.
Oh my god so after last month I checked out Natalia Lafourcade and her voice is so cute and girly and her music is so nice I love her!!!!!! She's so sweet!!! 
I can't wait to become best friends with Barry Jenkins!!!!!!!!
This is just so nice, I love the vibe so much. I can't believe he's like my age, what the hell... The songs just sound so familiar even though I've never heard them before. They really hit home. It's so... groovy! And I just looked at the video and it's so pure and adorable OH MY GOD HE JUST GOT HIT BY A CAR WHAT THE HELL
This is the most Li Jian song I've ever heard and it's not even by Li Jian.