Some of you might know and some of you don't but in my senior years of high school, I actually changed schools. I went from an academic focus high school to a very artsy high school. I studied art in year 7 and 8 just like everyone and I really enjoyed it but like all Asian families, my parents did not see a future for me as an artist and so in year 9 to 10 I was 'advised' to pick more business/law related modules. I went through a hellish year 9 to 10 where I was bullied. When you're there in the moment you don't feel that it's bullying, you just feel like crap, no confidence and that what those 'mean' people are saying must be true. I really withdraw myself in year 10, hiding out in the library, because I didn't want to deal with them and their snide remarks, some say it's running away and others say its an escape. I think I would of been fine if these 'mean' people did not then decide to go to the library and taunt me when I was clearly avoiding them. Looking back, this was clearly bullying and I bet none of them believe in the fact that they were bullies. I was so depressed that I ate and had even thought about suicide, because you get into that mind frame where 'it wouldn't matter if you're alive or not, no one will miss you'. Before anyone start going on about how this is the wrong way to think or that you shouldn't let what they say hurt you.. let me just point out that I AM better. I am not that little girl anymore where she'll eat and eat and put on weight because she was so depressed. No one really understands depression and no one depression is the same.
One of the leaders of this 'mean' group actually private messaged me on Facebook a few years back saying things like she had brain cancer, so she had an operation and now she is better and that because of so, she had forgotten all that had happened in high school and all she remembers was that we were once friends.. that she will like for us to be friend.. I'm sorry but NO! Firstly, how convenient that she had forgotten that she had bullied me and made me depressed and suicidal?! Secondly, how dare she used Cancer as her excuse! I was 20 turning 21 when my mother passed away from Cancer. I do not need people who can't even own up to their mistakes and actually apologies like a human being in my life.
I changed school in year 11 and believe me it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I never thought I could get my parents to let me change school but I was lucky because my brother was entering year 7 and he had made it to this high school as part of their selective year. I remember going with him to his orientation night with my mum and while we were mingling about, I remember speaking with the principal and asking about wanting to change school. I'm still surprise how my mother did not say a thing when the principal was happy to have my interview right then and there, taking us to her office. My mother was all the more happier that I was going to the same school as my brother so that I could catch the train with him and keep an eye out for him.
I still remember my very first day of high school. I knew no one. It was daunting and exciting at the same time. I still remember the thoughts that ran threw my mind that very first day. 'I will be myself, no more trying to be someone I'm not to fit in. At least this way, the friends I make will actually be people who are friends with me for who I am'. I no longer looked back on that part of my life as shameful, that I ran away from my problems because guess what, the fact that I made the decision to change school, that I decided to take control of my life doesn't change.
I am who I am because of the circumstances and the events that had happened in my life. I cannot erase it and I cannot change it, but I can look back and learn from it.
You're all probably going 'Whoa! This is a very personal post'. I never tried to hide my past, the good, the bad and the ugly are all me and I guess this is what really drew me into art. Art was always something beautiful for me as a kid, but as I grew older I started seeing art as a way to express the inner thoughts. It probably comes as no surprise that my old time favourite artist is Edvard Munch and at that time the one painting I loved the most was "The Scream". Not because it's famous but because it reflected my mind set back then and that it was my reality. Vincent van Gogh "The Starry Night" became one of my favourites because it's more hopeful and that was something I gain back.
So yes, I'm those arty type of people who enjoy art - you and I might see the same art work but our interpretation might be different and that is what I love most about art.
Which then goes to why I needed some soul inspiring time and what's better for the soul than a visit to The Art Gallery NSW. The last time I visit The Art Gallery NSW was for their Noh Exhibition. This time me and my art appreciation friend went to see Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera: from the Jacques and Natasha Gelman collection. We went on a Wednesday night because The Art Gallery NSW have decided to do what they called an "Art After Hours", in which the Art Gallery is open till 10pm on Wednesday.
Frida Kahlo - some of you will know her as the famous mono brow artist.
I studied her for a bit in High School and found her fascinating because most of her works are self-portraits and self portraits are not easy. I can go on forever about her and her life history but then there are already so many sites about her and so I feel like I've blab enough on this post to not need to add art history to it. If you are fascinated by her, please click on her name and it'll go into more depth.
What I really admired in Frida, not just her work but that she loved, passionately and fiercely and without a damn to the world around her. A lot of people, myself included feels that her and Diego are so mismatched, even her parents believe so but she loved him. She was the definition of 'Love Conquers All'.
Oh and we managed a little more time to explore the Young Archie 2016 displays. Such talented kids that were truly inspiring!


















