XOOANG CHO was born in 1975, in Seoul, studied in M.F.A, Sculpture, SeoulNationalUniversity,Seoul,Korea and works sculpture,installation.
miércoles, 5 de febrero de 2014
" A play with limited palate. Will play with subtle glazes of colors after they are dried. I'm relearning how much you can do without concern for color." QUANG HO
Artist Quang Ho’s life is a hard story of triumph over tragedies and creating substance and beauty through his art. In 1975, at age, 12, Quang fled Saigon with his mother, four brothers and three sisters, a day before Saigon fell to Communist forces. Penniless, with the help of a local church, the family settled in Denver. Not knowing the English language, Quang and his brave family took on the task of trying to blend in and survive in a new world. But as Quang soon realized, it was a world of freedom and opportunity.
In 1982, when Quang was only 18, his mom died tragically in a car accident, and Quang was left to raise his younger brothers and sisters. Reaching deep within himself, Quang worked hard to develop his artistic talents. Indeed, it didn’t take long for others to realize what a true talent he was, and his career as an artist blossomed.
At only 42, Quang has led an honorable life and can already look back at an impressive list of successes. He is well on his way to becoming one of the finest and renowned visual artists on the scene today.
VIKTOR SAFONKIN " I enjoyed drawing , as all children do. Understanding my surroundings was still far a way, but there were smells and feelings, huge rats and headaches.It was another life strongly influenced by nature.
I had been watching and examining for a long, long time, before all of this shaped itself, after many years, into conviction and painting. It all surfaced from subconsciousness? In the mean time I finished secondary school and begun studying technical school, where I gained secondary education. It gave me nothing, and did not fill even a little area of my brain hemispheres.I was feeling useless. Rationalism and routine, however, would have finally suppressed the psychedelic fever and wouls have feeded my minority complexes, if it was not for the striving of my subconsciousness. Taking its roots in the childhood it bursted the frontiers of banality.
1990 was not only the year of sun eruptions, but also of my brain. My heart confessed to me and opened the gate of creativity. I crossed it, forever, without looking back, with no doubt, lost for shadow and disbelief!!!"