• 2:38 pm on November 27, 2013

    At the heart of it all… 


    I thought I should explain my reasons for blogging.  This is my first attempt at blogging.  And it isn’t quite a personal blog as it’s about my grandfather and his art.  But it also can’t help being personal because I am the one writing it and it can only come from a personal place.

    granddad collage

    Ng Po Wan (My granddad)


    I guess part of the reason I began this whole process of a website and blog was to discover who my grandfather was.  It’s about claiming back a part of my heritage…one of the only parts I can actually research and learn about.  In my family tree, I know only as far back as my grandparents and I don’t even know if they have brothers or sisters.  For some reason, it’s not something we talk about much in my family. (our history, I mean) And it’s hard to research because it’s in a totally different language than I can understand.  Meanwhile my husband can trace his family so far back that they run out of “greats” to put in front of the names!  He knows where his family is from and when they moved to Canada, which was generations ago.  (Funny enough, I know when my family moved to Canada, too…it was when each of my parents moved here for university!  But I don’t know much of what happened before that.)


    Trying to bridge that gap and trying to find a place where the different parts of ourselves can coincide.


    It’s also about discovering the space between Asian and Western, how we as immigrants or children of immigrants are all trying to bridge that gap and trying to find a place where the different parts of ourselves can coincide.  Where do we fit in?  Like traffic in India, some of us squeeze in to get to the front, others can’t find the space to manoeuvre.  But we are each on our own path.  I have been searching for my own identity between two cultures all through my childhood.  And it hasn’t ended now that I am an adult.  My husband and I sort through even more as we married transracially.  What does it mean in a rapidly social world where we can talk with someone from half way around the world through email or Facebook or any other social media outlet?  Is the world turning “beige” as Russell Peters jokes about?  How do we continue to expand and learn and explore but continue to remember and honour our past?

    My grandfather struggled with this same theme in his artwork.  One of his greatest compliments was when someone could tell that a Chinese artist painted the artwork.  But what makes a painting “Chinese” or “Western”?  Do we need to compartmentalize art?  At the same time, my grandfather was Chinese.  He was very proud of that fact and it shows through in his artwork.


    Do we need to compartmentalize art?

    Which brings me to my Third Reason…

    I’d like to use this space to create discussion on art.  My grandfather was always learning and practicing his technique.  He was always a teacher.  Even on his tours promoting his exhibitions, he would give demonstrations.  So I would hope he would embrace this opportunity to discuss and learn about art.  What is Modern Art?  What makes art meaningful?  Does the intent of the artist matter or only what the viewer takes away?  It doesn’t mean I have answers.  I probably only have more questions but it’s good to get us thinking.

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    Tin Sum Village, 66 x 81cm, oil on canvas, 1962

    And finally…

    I suppose the last thing I hope to do through this blog and website is to share my grandfather’s art.  I do believe that he was a brilliant painter (no bias at all) and I believe he had a lot to share with the world.  And if anyone wanted to purchase one of his beautiful paintings, well, that would be a bonus. :)

    The name of the blog reflects all of this…all the different INTERSECTIONS of life coming together, but for me, at the heart of it is my granddad.


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  • 12:30 pm on November 11, 2013


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    Doves, 92 x 73 cm, oil on canvas, 1953

    Doves, 92 x 73 cm, oil on canvas, 1953 (186) [B37-53] © Copyright 2013 Cantra Limited

    November 11, 2013

    Remembrance Day is celebrated on the 11th month of the 11th day on the 11th hour in Canada.  Although my grandfather never painted anything in relation to Remembrance Day or any of the Wars.  I felt it was appropriate to share this painting.  I know Remembrance Day is a sombre day of remembering the men and women who have died fighting for the peace we know and for the men and women who still fight for the peace that they believe in.  But as my grandfather said, “I have never depicted only the dark side of life.  I love to express optimism and hope in my pictures”  So in remembrance of my grandfather, I wanted to post this painting of his which depicts joy and optimism and the hope for peace.

    For me, this isn’t a time to fight over whether you believe in war or not.  It is a time to honour those who have fought for what they believed in (and even those who didn’t even want to fight but still did it).  It is a time to be thankful for what we have in North America, the freedoms and privileges we have.  It is a time to remember all those who died, soldiers and civilians, young and old, and for all of those who were in Concentration Camps.  It is a time to reflect on why we continue to fight wars and how we can work towards peace.

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  • 2:46 pm on November 6, 2013

    Life has a way… 


    If we just keep going, we discover the endless roads available, like the detour where we discover a waterfall we never knew about.

    It seems that life has a way of showing us that we are all connected.  It might be in the little things like how a smile from a stranger can make our day or in bigger things like meeting someone from across the world and agreeing that family is most important.  There is a connection between us whether we are Chinese or Canadian or German or Brazilian.

    We may look for where our lives connect and not find it.  We might think the road stretches forever without meeting another road, but it’s there all right, all the tiny roads that come out of nowhere and surprise us.  If we just keep going, we discover the endless roads available, like the detour where we discover a waterfall we never knew about.

    I think my granddad’s art is one of those intersections.  Art has a way of transcending language and barriers.  My granddad’s art, many times, tells a story, which is seen in every culture: the story of family or tragedy or hope, the story of toiling away, of everyday normal life.  The specifics may look different but the general reality is the same.

    I hope that as you look through his paintings, you discover things about a different culture that aren’t really that different from yours.


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