Gehard Demetz, my modern day Geppetto.

Formally trained in religious sculpture, Italian artist Gehard Demetz has progressed to become one of the most talented artists of our century. He wields his art technique and experience to create works, many with children as subject, that explore the dichotomies and marriages of contradiction… between that which is evocative and whimsical – provocative and contemporary. His sculptures often carry an energy verging on the socio-political.

He relies on mediums like wood and bronze and certainly knows how to make dry wood come alive.

These are my favorite works of Demetz throughout his career as a sculptor:

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Introjection. 2017, Wood

 

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Life Without Christmas. 2017, Wood

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Dirt on my Shoulders. 2016, Wood

 

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Restoring My Blisses. 2015, Wood.
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My Parents’ Stories Sound Different. 2015, Wood.

 

Personally, I would say his best works were made in 2013.

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Stones In My Pocket. 2013, Wood.
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Mom’s hands and daddy’s nose. 2013, wood.

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Complement these visuals with a contemplative rendition of Bach’s Christus, Der Uns Selig Macht, BWV 245, arranged by one of my favorite composers and pianists, Chad Lawson.

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Band of Friends

“There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes are not content with his wealth. ‘For whom am I toiling,’ he asked, and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment? This too is meaningless- a miserable business! Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. but pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” – Ecclesiastes 5:12

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This is my wonderful CG. It’s crazy to think that I’ve only known my friends here for a little over 3 months.

As a CG, we convene every week as a means to deepen our relationship with God and engage in fellowship. Here, I find myself being fed not just spiritually, but intellectually, physically, and emotionally. It’s almost indescribable to explain the encompassing and enormous nature of the benefits and joy I’ve received from these gatherings. I’ve also noticed that I’ve become more alert and acquired a heightened sensitivity to the going-ons in the world around me… to the conflicts and celebrations arising day by day in the personal lives of those I care about and also of those I was previously indifferent to.

Every week, we challenge each other with our questions regarding issues present in our world and current events, and around scripture; we ask each other about our careers, our job searches, our physical well-being – whether that leg is feeling better and how much exercise it’s taking, whether x project/x presentation last week went well; we rapidly learn intensely personal things about each other (exhibiting an unbelievable level of vulnerability and trust) I’m not sure I’ve ever learned this quickly in my other relationships.

We build one another up, and the effects of this is enduring and lasting throughout the week. Together, we actively seek and discuss ways to address and alleviate the hurt rampant in the broken world around us and to better each other as young citizens and humans bonded by a common belief.

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Sometimes I wonder if without this CG, I’d have ever befriended them or have even crossed paths with them. We all come from very different backgrounds and paths in life, and our personalities range across the entire color spectrum; it really would be hard to explain our deep friendships in relation to our compatibilities in the traditional sense of the word here.

Yet, these people have quickly become a home to me unlike any other I’ve found, and I can’t imagine a world not knowing them and not loving them.

I only wish I could explain to you better just how good this feels. How good he is to me.

Bises,

Soo

Nurturing From the Inside Out

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It’s the third full season of fashion week for me, and I’ve yet to tire myself out of this world– miracle?.

Yesterday, I had a weekend day free of any fashion related duties and spent the morning volunteering for a pantry kitchen where we served breakfast and handed out grocery goods to approximately 600 – 800 guests.

The organization through which I had registered for this volunteer event was affiliated with a New York based church, but the volunteers’ profiles were not limited to those with particular religious affiliations.

I was allocated this time to valet duty. Valet duty in kitchen terminology is defined as the setting aside of guests’ dolley carts in designated spots within the boundaries of the sectioned off roadside curb (Hello makeshift NY parking lot!).

A cursory glance made this role appear very simple and essential.

However, I quickly came to realize that it demanded all my skill-sets. It required a steady performance via my social intelligence and client facing skills –going way beyond engagement of the physical.

Over the span of 3 hours, I was honored to make the acquaintances of  many Chinese immigrants, New Yorkers, the occasional young couple, and a spirited French man who was owner of decayed teeth, perfect skin, highly swollen legs, a poorly taken care of stitching job, and a brilliant and poetic mind.

I spoke mainly in English as I directed our patrons to and from their possessions, often attempting to speak in my broken Mandarin Chinese as the need frequently arose. This of course didn’t always come across effectively as the entire Chinese diaspora had presented themselves, and upon exchange of a couple of words our disparity in dialects became apparent.

From the multitude of human interactions I had, most of the time spent in communication with our guests was non-verbal. Nevertheless, the value of the exchange was tantamount if not greater than if I had conversed with them over a dinner table.

The connection shared upon us offering to one another our respect, love, and our dignities was affirmed in such a strong and powerful way– channeled through the simplest of gestures, a beautiful smile, or as an observant person that morning noted, “I looked into your eyes and for a moment I saw your truth.”

I was humbled, blessed, enriched, and invigorated by the love we all presented each other with and in the re-realization that we all clearly have an amazing and huge capacity for giving and receiving good things.

I’m excited to serve the city of New York again.

Bises,

Soo