san francisco is definitely one of the most beautiful and unique cities. its just that i have been living in bay area so long that i take the city for granted. but in recent years, im trying very hard to be more appreiciative of it and take advantage of living close by.

among many of sf treats that i treat myself to, moma is one that i have recently found.  although art has always been part of my life, since my mom studied art, i was never so into it until i took art history last semester.  that course was a trigger for me to even look at contemporary art with any interest and made me to take my first trip to sf moma.  

to treat myself with a sunny day in sf during the week of summer that i get before school starts AGAIN, went to moma today.  and of course, my first stop is IKB74 by Yves Klein. 

i remember the first time i saw this piece.  i was with my art history class during my prof lecturing with her painfully loud voice occupying the whole gallery.  i stoped infront of this piece and stood there for like 3 minutes just staring at it.  i really don't know how to explain how i feel when i am staring at this piece but it keeps bringing me back to moma.  its like a rock concert that will release year worth of stress, or visit to half moon bay which releases all the pressure i carry with me all the time just by staring at the gorgeous scenery at least for that moment.  i really don't think words can explain what my feelings are when i stand in front of it.  

 well, today's visit to moma charged up my IKB74 need for at least few weeks.  but it won't be too long untill i go back, cuz i just got moma's membership ;)

Yves Klein
French (Nice, France, 1928 - 1962, Paris, France)

IKB74
1958

painting  |  pigment on fabric laid on panel
78 in. x 54 5/8 in. (198.12 cm x 138.68 cm)
Collection SFMOMA
Gift of Phyllis Wattis
99.372
© Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris.

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i remember the days when i had hot cheetos every single day during brunch in high school. ahaha well however long that has been, yesterday i got a bag from a vending machine in dar and smelly hall of evans (our most depresesing building on campus) between my classes. (i know im lame, im taking summer school.) above all, i know this: i think i'll be going back to that vending machine often now ;) 

never have been a writer..especially online...
always preferred writing on my journals and more into taking photos to capture the moment...as not so into xanga or anything of that sort either.. only enjoyed reading other's posts.. and thats what ive been doing last week or so on splendora.

Well, here goes my first entry on splendora:

i mostly listen to kpop (i grew up in korea.. south of course) and this one song in the middle of shuffle on my nano called "casker" by humming urban stereo got me thinking. its a lounge tune over a conversation.. and in the middle of a couple talk reincarnation comes up. If the population has doubled, let's say, in last 40 yrs, and if you believe in that one eternal soul, where do these new souls come from over time? interesting, eh? ;)

Too heavy for first diary entry?

listen here: http://blog.naver.com/lezardnoir?Redirect=Log&logNo=30013157241