Author Archives: Stephy Liu

I am an avid adventurer, explorer, traveler, storyteller, writer, artist, podcaster, photographer and foodie. Adventures are how you learn about yourself and the world. I was like a pure kid, exploring and absorbing things, using my vision to unfold and wander into the unknown in this magical world. Adventure is out there ! Let's expand our worlds and feelings! Follow me !

Beyond the Open Road and the Big Sky of Far West Texas 

“The world offers itself to your imagination”. — Mary Oliver

On my first adventure of 2026, I was heading deep into the high desert of Far West Texas from New Mexico, settling into the long hours of open road. Across the vast sweep of the Chihuahuan Desert, the world narrowed to an endlessly stretching road and sky, yet with every mile through middle of nowhere, both the land and my perspective grew wider and more alive, until those remote, almost ghostlike towns began to materialize on the horizon: Valentine, Marfa, Alpine, and farther south toward Terlingua and Big Bend, each beckoning with a captivating blend of dusty cowboy heritage, refined artistry, and bentonite clay mottled roads weaving through open landscapes that stretched from dawn to dusk. 

It quietly stole my soul quietly, where a surprise awaited. 

Terlingua: Nature inspired. Design refined. Creativity fueled. 

I was deeply struck by the ghostly, tiny town of Terlingua, Texas, beyond anything I had imagined. I stayed at Willow House, a secluded retreat of 12 casitas, each crafted as concrete cube gently nestled into the wilderness, where rocks and ocotillos frame a space that quietly awakens a lingering sense of wanderlust. Wandering through this stunning property, I felt lost in the most elegant way, my mind emptied of thought, as though on a warm date with the uninterrupted views of the Chisos Mountains and Santa Elena Canyon, and with the refined design that surrounds me from sunset to sunrise. 

Every detail of the concrete cubs speaks to resilience: wall and insulation engineered to endure the high desert’s extreme summer heat and strong wings. Yet within this practicality lies poetry. 
I glanced through every “window”, capturing another world and letting inspiration and imagination unfold. 

What I loved most was the delicate balance of communal experience: alone, yet together; private, yet part of a community. I could embrace complete solitude in my casita, gazing at a sky scattered with stars, yet still step into conversation and shared moments whenever I wished. At the main house, with its communal kitchen, living area, sunken lounge, hidden dining area, and outdoor fire pit, the bespoke interior design harmonizes seamlessly with the natural landscape. We cooked meals and lingered together under soft lights and the quiet drift of music, sharing stories of our journeys and discovering unexpected common ground along the way. 

It was a rare harmony: intimacy without isolation, community without intrusion. I cherished every moment. 

Every corner whispered, inviting me to create a story, bathed in desert sun light streaming from the skylight above. 
The sky itself like a natural masterpiece, brushed in soft pinks and warm orange hues as dawn slowly unfolded, stirring the creativity of any inspired traveler.

The interiors are a masterclass in curated elegance, both in communal and private spaces: furniture, textiles, vintage rugs, artworks, and objects arranged in a subtle palette of earthen hues. Sunlight spilled indoors, gently illuminating artworks that reflected the surrounding landscape, blurring the boundaries between inside and out. Dead ocotillo branches and stones gathered from the property sit alongside African ceramic vases and Peruvian handcrafted alpaca blankets, adding depth and quiet dynamism to the space.  

Each piece in main house drew the eye, while a standout painting by Peruvian artist Victor Delfin, displayed near the oversized communal dining table, anchors the room with its vibrant presence. 
One of its greatest delights is how the concrete and glass reflect the shifting colors of the desert throughout the day. It is mesmerizing to behold. 

In the heart of the desert, everything thrives, crafted to endure and to inspire awe.

It is a communal space. 

Individuals, together!  Disconnect, connect! 

Remote, yet alive.

Quietly addictive.

Marfa: Minimalism. Community.

All roads lead to Marfa. 

I spent most of my time on long drives through far West Texas, where the remoteness, open roads and the big sky seemed to stretch my mind toward infinity. Marfa remined a mystery to me, a rural town of about 1700 presidents, known primarily as the home of artist Donald Judd’s minimalist works, but it turned out to exceed everything I had imagined.

Judd’s fifteen untitled works in concrete, 1980-84. 

I wandered through this walkable town, where simplicity filled every corner, sun-kissed streets lined with modest galleries and local shops, as I admired Donald Judd’s concrete and aluminum works, Robert Irwin’s Untitled (Dawn to Dusk), and Dan Flavin’s fluorescent light installations, found the balance between the architecture, the desert and the artworks. 

The revolving doors are of Judd’s own design, seamlessly blending functionality with his artistic vision. 

My pace and time slowed as I soaked in the art, minimalist spirit, and desert air, even as some places were closed. I was drawn to the colorful, Andean-inspired textiles at Garza Marfa, which felt as bright as the desert, and became captivated by the idiosyncratic artworks and quirky oddities against the pink floor at Wrong Marfa: am I right or wrong? Ha. I also enjoyed coffee at The Sentinel, the local newspaper headquarters, where coffee, cocktails and newspaper coexist under one roof. Just interesting.

Simplicity filled every corner of Marfa. 
The true essence of Marfa reveals itself when you slow down and linger. 

Some conversations with strangers resonated in unexpected ways, giving me a deeper understanding of the town: 

At Marfa Brand Soap, artist and photographer Ginger Griffice shared her journey: “I moved to Marfa from New York many years ago,” she said. “I love Marfa because it is an artistic community: people know and help each other, like back in high school. Even though New York was bustling and had a very different art scene, in Marfa I have the time to do what I love, especially making soap.”

“What’s your favorite part of Marfa?” I asked again.

At Skora Marfa, a leather studio, founder and designer Bogusia Golecka smiled, “Marfa is one of those rare places that feels unlike anywhere else in the U.S. There is no need to rush here. The desert gives you freedom, it gives you space to think, to create, to breathe”. She continued, “The minimalist aesthetic and the devotion to timeless craftsmanship, like my handmade bags, are all part of the Marfa spirit.” As she spoke, she was crafting a one-of-a-kind bag with her delicate hands, cutting, folding and stitching each piece with care.  

I could sense how Marfa’s creative spirit and slow rhythm give residents the space to follow their passions. 

Two visitors from Austin, Texas told me at Sentinel, “The vibe here is so relaxing, everywhere feels like a movie.” 

As the slow-blinking stoplight faded in my rearview mirror. I thought of all the people drawn here by some unseen force. For a moment, I feel it too. The spirit of Marfa is a kind of creativity that grows quietly in the wilderness, a shared space where art lingers in the dust. 

I was in the middle of nowhere. 

Alpine: Simplicity and Nomadic Spirit; Deep in the heart

My lens noticed the abandoned containers and trailers scattered across Far West Texas’s vast desert landscapes, hinting at a simple way of life. One had been transformed into a tiny home, which I got to experience firsthand. The original metal structure peeked through, softened by wood cladding and natural tones that faded into the arid surroundings. A playful rooftop deck opened to the endless sky, while modern fixtures and cozy layouts inside maximized space and showcased careful, restrained craftsmanship. 

A tiny container home. Nature’s performance is always there.

In Alpine, everything is simple, no luxury hotels, no fancy restaurants, just the sky brushed with breathtaking colors, and yet I never grew tired of it. I wandered through all corners of a whimsical playground of vintage trailers, schoolie, yurts, tiny containers, hammocks, and houseboat lines the grounds, bathed in the glow of the bright night sky, where West Texas Ranch meets designer style, nestled within a nomadic community on my adventure roadmap.

Picture this. 

We embraced the present moment, drawn to our host Kimberly’s hand-painted exterior artwork, her creativity layered with memory and meaning. The spirit of self-determined, bohemians living lingered in the air, woven into the local culture and shared communal spaces where neighbors rely on one another. It was a way of being and left a lasting imprint on my heart.  

Interesting.
We embrace the wild of the West, but maybe not in the literal sense. 

On my journey through Far West Texas, I thought of a beloved local figure, Judy Magers, better known as the Burro Lady, a West Texas icon who roamed the Big Bend region on her burro for nearly 30 years, from Sierra Blanca to Terlingua and beyond, embodying a free and independent spirit.

As I experienced Far West Texas myself, I discovered and embraced its true character beyond the open roads: a rare simplicity, minimalist and a profound sense of communal space under the big sky. This lifestyle may not suite everyone, but for those who embrace it, it offers clarity and a deeply meaningful way of living. Far West Texas is more than a place in the literal sense; it is a spirit, a rhythm, a way of being, for the seeker, for the dreamer, and for you. 

Set your compass for Far West Texas, the real journey begins! 

(Friendly Reminder: In Presidio County Texas, the polices are extremely vigilant, you can get a speeding ticket for going just 5 mph over the limit, as I learned the expensive way on my own adventure. Take it slow, don’t rush, and enjoy the open roads.)

The Oasis: A journey into Zero-Waste Living 

I chose Topanga Canyon, California as the final stop of my recent West Coast adventure, one of the most natural spots near Los Angels and Malibu, known for its community-led spaces and laid-back, hippie vibes. Unexpectedly, the drive to the Airbnb turned out to be a thrilling adventure in itself. As I gazed out the car window at the lush landscape, I felt nervous navigating the narrow, winding curves of the road, never knowing if a car might appear from the opposite direction. 

The terrifying drive felt almost insane, yet beyond it, a wonderful story quietly waited to be discovered. 

The stunning landscape of Topanga Canyon, California. 

The cozy Airbnb is filled with an oasis-like vibe, vintage furniture, artwork and carefully curated secondhand housewares, making me feel as if I had stepped back into a 1970s dream. 

It was easy to see how much love and thought the owner had poured into the space.
A pair of big palmistry hands adds a touch of magic and whimsy to this unique oasis. 

The non-toxic cleaning products scattered throughout the house immediately caught my attention, particularly the unscented laundry powder sourced in bulk, something I had never seen before. With endless curiosity, I read the “Welcome book” carefully and learned that the owner Hayley Magrini had opened two stores in Topanga Canyon and Ojai, California. Her stores emphasize avoiding commercial products and excessive packaging, instead promoting the concept of refilling and reusing items. 

They caught my attention. 

On that Saturday, I wandered through Ojai, California, soaking up its charming, artsy vibes as the sunlight warmed my face, slowly exploring the town’s unique character, from the world’s largest outdoor bookstore Bart’s books to small boutique shops filled with hidden treasures.  

Sunlight streamed through a natural space lined with countless books, all under one roof, at Bart’s Books in Ojai California. 

Along the way, I came across The Well Refill, a store owned by Hayley. The shop is filled with a variety of wellness and cleaning products in bulk; all offered through refillable containers. Those containers were like magnets, sparking my curiosity about her vision again. 

The Well Refill is located in Ojai at 606 East Ojai Avenue, California.
It was my first time seeing so many refillable cleaning products. 

At Hayley’s home in Topanga, I naturally fell into a warm and heartfelt conversation with her and her mom. “I have always been an avid Airbnb traveler, enjoying visiting new places and exploring the world, and I’ve tried to live eco-friendly.” she shared. “My trip to Bali in 2014 completely changed my perspective. During that trip, heavy rains washed up piles of trash, exposing the heartbreaking reality of poor waste management and the way plastic litter was scattered everywhere”. 

Haley, like a friend, opened up and said, “I cried throughout the trip, in such a beautiful paradise, the sadness lingering over every moment. I realized the profound impact of plastic waste on our planet and the environment. I decided to reduce my plastic use and began embracing the refilling concept in my daily life. As a mother of two young children, including a 4-month-old toddler, I want to provide them with a safe and clean environment, which means avoiding plastic, chemicals and unnecessary packing wherever possible”. 

Her passion lit up her twinkling eyes. “Sometimes, even small decisions can benefit both our planet and our skin,” she said. “I give back to our community and the Earth through small actions”. And that is how her journey with the refilling concept began. 

What is your perspective on plastic waste? 

At her place, it was easy to see how she practices reducing unnecessary waste wherever possible. For example, she encourages guests to put compost in a bin, which she later uses to water her garden; all cleaning products are stored in refillable containers; natural loofahs are used to clean dishes; she furnishes her home with many carefully selected second-hand items; and even the non-toxic detergent water is repurposed to care for the garden. 

Guests are invited to help themselves to herbs from the shared courtyard garden. 

Her mom added. “Hayley is a little crazy, she is completely obsessed with collecting and recycling things. I still remember when I visited her house, she wouldn’t even let me use traditional toilet paper, insisting I use cloth instead, all to reduce waste and protect our planet. Shockingly, a large portion of products from wholesalers are thrown away, ending up in landfills, polluting the environment, and revealing how unsustainable our consumer system treats resources that could have been reused.” 

I asked, “Do you think her actions influence you?”

“Yes, absolutely,” her mom replied with a smile. “I also collect and recycle items as much as I can.” 

Hayley’s mom, gifted with creativity, brings this enchanting fantasy world to life. 

“I traveled to Long Beach, Highland Park and Whittier California to source refillable products for my store. I tested the product myself, and customers tried them as well. In 2020, I opened the shop, collaborating with various brands and constantly seeking ways to make products more affordable. My goal has always been to keep the store local and small, while promoting sustainable living”. Hayley spoke with genuine passion and enthusiasm. “My dream is to launch my own products, and I’m currently working on hand soap.” 

At her Topanga Canyon and Ojai stores, customers can purchase wellness and cleaning products in bulk using refillable containers, rather than contributing to the flow of trash. One of my favorite items is the unscented, non-toxic detergent available in bulk, it is both eco-friendly and safe. Once customers experience it, they embrace the concept and return with their clean containers to refill the products. The stores also give vintage pieces a second life, seamless blending sustainability with thoughtful design. 

I began to see them from a new perspective. 

I was mesmerized by the lush views at sunrise from the balcony, surrounded by a peaceful natural retreat, and reflected on my own daily habits. Most of our cleaning products are single-use, and once they are empty, they are simply thrown away, creating toxic waste that can accumulate anywhere. Witnessing Hayley and her family’s practices reminded me that even small, mindful actions, like refilling containers instead of buying new ones, can make a meaningful difference in reducing waste and protecting our planet. 

An oasis: a natural retreat and a zero-waste delight. 
 

I drove that scary, steep mountain road once again, feeling just as nervous as before, heading to the airport, yet knowing I would return to Topanga Canyon: a tranquil place filled with passionate people, heartwarming stories, bohemian charm and a serene natural escape that left a lasting impression on my heart.

Hayley’s place, is called “Oasis”, carries a deeper meaning: not just a physical retreat, but a space the embodies thoughtful commitment to sustainability, mindful living, care and inspiration. 

May the spirit of the Oasis inspire your heart as well. 

The Whimsical Realm of Santa Barbara Architect Jeff Shelton: Shelter of Vision 

“Even if you can’t see the full picture, trust the process, every small piece you add brings the vision close to life, gradually revealing the vision you’ve been building all along.” – Jeff Shelton 

On a sunny day in early December, I returned to Montecito (California) and drove along Mountain Drive, a residential enclave of free spirits tucked into the hills above the town, where the top of Coyote Road merges into a winding spine. The landscape hinted at stories of both past and present. The land was once owned by a man named Bobby Hyde, who sold off small parcels to his artist friends. In the 1950s, the area was wild and loosely settled, until a fire around 1962 swept through much of it. 

The road winds past post-World War II homes built by artists, peacetime dwellings meant to endure. They sit like nests: simple, efficient and gently lived in. The idea of the “nest” sparked a conversation between Santa Barbara’s most intriguing architect Jeff Shelton and me. These artists-built shelters to live in and raise families, learning not just how to design but how to live, a lesson shared by everyone on Mountain Drive. The community’s bohemian spirit and freedom profoundly shaped Shelton’s creativity, a quality evident throughout his architectural work. 

Jeff’s masterpieces, including El Jardin (pictured), are filled with surprise and whimsy, sparking my curiosity about the vision that shapes them. 

Housed in a carved wooden cottage shaped by many influences, Jeff’s architectural studio on Fig Avenue reflects his simple lifestyle. Inside, we were surrounded by his original pencil sketches and drawings, colorful handmade title works adored with whimsical patterns, miniature architectural models, and thoughtfully designed lighting, while warm sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a gentle glow across the space. 

The word “architect” (建築家)displayed in his studio instantly drew my attention as soon as I entered. 
The studio’s details invite me to glimpse a whimsical world. 

Humble yet brimming with whimsical creativity, Jeff spoke of his deep admiration for Santa Barbara and invited me to explore the layers of his creative vision. 

The state of the studio. 
Many of the original sketches and drawings seemed to tell their own stories. 

“Jeff, it seems like there’s a child living inside you – you design playful, colorful buildings that draw people into your whimsical world. But for many architects, translating a vision into reality, especially within building codes, can be a challenge. How do you strike that balance?”  I asked, driven by endless curiosity. 

Jeff smiled, “As an architect, I understand the rules and embrace California’s strengths, but I don’t force the work. In my practice, I start by listening, truly seeking to understand how people or clients want to live, feel and move through a space. I design from the inside out, allowing the process to unfold organically. Through intuition and dialogue, the complete vision gradually reveals itself. I truly enjoyed this process.”

He continued, “Children love my work. They live with creativity and freedom, the most precious gifts of childhood, and adults should reclaim that spirit too. Open spaces are some of the most joyful parts, full of surprises and possibilities.” 

Open space plays a key role in his designs. 

I added, “Many of the buildings you’ve designed in downtown Santa Barbara feature abundant open spaces, seamlessly blending the Mediterranean climate with sunlight.” He nodded, “Yes, I bring the sunlight inside. Every room becomes a perfect place to paint, a puzzle of light and space.” I noticed the deep passion in his eyes as he spoke, advancing step by step in his creative process, continually pushing the boundaries between art and life. 

Light and air flow gently along Cota Street’s sweeping curve.

Before meeting Jeff, I wandered through downtown Santa Barbara to experience his iconic projects firsthand and glimpse his aesthetic, from the distinctive tile works and design elements at the State Street Undercrossing, Pistachio House, El Zapato and EI Jardin, to the iconic wrought iron gates created by his brother David Shelton. 

The flower-shaped ironwork in deep purple, paired with columns wrapped in varied tile patterns, comes together to form a vivid visual tapestry, turning the public undercrossing into a fully immersive sensory experience. I couldn’t resist stopping to observe every detail. 
Where do these archways, along with their distinctive tileworks, lead us? 

The vibrant colors, swirling shapes, flora motifs, Gaudi-like archways, whimsical touches, lighting and ironwork, and extensive handmade tiles accentuating the curvy, sensual plaster walls and looping staircase railing, a recurring theme throughout his work, stuck me like a kaleidoscope. 

I danced in the air while color floated like music, as though the space itself were perpetually at play. 
I stopped by to take in each painting at Vera Cruz building, just Wow. Every piece touched my heart, a testament to creativity, imagination, and the spirit of defying conventional norms. The project was specifically inspired by Sanford Darling’s House of 1000 paintings. 

The visual richness of the tiles elevated our conversation. “The flowers are my favorite element”, he said. “The patterns I create blend formal symmetrical with bold asymmetry, making each tile unique and alive. Each square can be placed in any direction, adding flexibility and playfulness. Random placement brings a human touch, each title setter makes choices the next wouldn’t, creating ever-changing patterns. This approach even solved awkward angled cuts, producing two beautiful tiles that have since been used in many projects, cleverly concealing awkward corners.” 

I always like to look up and watch the shadow falls over the four cascading tile rugs. 
I took a closer look: splatters, zags, and strips merge to create a delightful, pattern-rich scene at El Andaluz. 
The vibrant patterns on the tiles work stunning from every angle. No two installations are alike, truly ingenious. 

His colorful artworks never cease to surprise me. I asked, “How do you approach playing with color in your designs?” He explained, “I enjoy blending cool tones with bright colors, creating strong contrasts that add playful layers and visual interest to the buildings. The way light hits a key color is a bonus, for example, sunlight on dark purple can make it appear almost black, enriching the palette even more.” 

“So, it is a kind of color juxtaposition?” I continued. 

He nodded. 

Jeff’s mastery of Jewel-toned color palettes in his designs is truly fascinating. It adds joy and imagination into buildings we once believed to be ordinary, as seen in El Zapato (pictured). 

Many viewers, including myself, noticed traces of Gaudi in Jeff’s work and echoes of Dr. Seuss’s whimsical style. He smiled as he listed his favorite architects. Ha! Yet the interesting thing was that I forgot all the names in his long list, remembering only Jeff, sitting right in front of me, hat and jacket on, a twinkle in his eye, always with some odd idea lingering in his thoughts. It was clear that his artistic influences form a continuous lineage, blending inspirations from past and present to nurture and fuel his creativity. 

Sunlight bathed the balcony as the plant danced in a swirl of color, where playful illusion meets meticulous design. 

In Casa de Herrero, the historic wrought iron window grills immediately caught my eye, they are four to five centuries old and possess an unmistakably handmade character. I also noticed in Jeff’s fantastical buildings, wrought iron work appears everywhere. 

A great project is always a team effort. Jeff’s older brother, David Shelton, gifted with exceptional skill, became an accomplished sculptor and ironworker, fabricating all the ironwork for their projects, while Jeff personally designs and oversees every detail, leaving his influence throughout. This approach is unique and cannot be replicated exactly elsewhere. Jeff also collaborates closely with other artisans, creating a process as intimate and harmonious as sharing a creative vision. 

Every square inch is a work of art, a carefully composed masterpiece. 
You’ll be amazed by David Shelton’s breathtaking ironwork gate. 
Winding curves, vibrant colors, and hidden niches guide the eye toward a poetic staircase. This remarkable work is the result of the combined efforts of Jeff Shelton, David Shelton and skilled tile artisans. 

I was curious about the life of an artist. He told me that he always carries a small sketchbook in his pocket, drawing whenever inspiration strikes, anytime, anywhere, even while waiting for a doctor’s appointment. Once inspiration arrives, he never lets it slip away.  

Jeff is a truly fascinating character, he joked that a tomato represents him, adding a playful and unexpected twist to our conversation. 

Santa Barbara, California is a city rooted in its Spanish Revival heritage and fundamentally Mediterranean in character, shaped by its sun drenched, temperate climate. Its architecture emphasizes human scale and pedestrian-oriented design, simple in form and massing, yet rich in mystery and surprise, and open to sensual experimentation. These qualities are among the main reasons I cherish this place. They weave delicate threads woven through the broader urban fabric, leaving a subtle yet lasting architectural imprint on the city. 

Jeff’s buildings and Casa de Herrero exemplify these principles, with carefully proportioned spaces, elegant simplicity and intricate craftsmanship that reward close observation. These houses were never merely homes; they are thresholds where the boundary between art and life dissolves. Within their walls, light became substance, silence took shape, and every detail speaks with intention, inviting reflection on the future of Santa Barbara. Even as the city continues to evolve, its buildings retain a profound sense of character and warmth, a quiet generosity that greets anyone willing to pause and notice. 

He shared this advice with me about my new journey: like building a new house, even if you don’t see the whole picture at first, embrace the process, add small pieces little by little, and as they connect over time, the complete vision will eventually take shape. 

Mountain Drive has always lingered in my mind. It carries a free-spirit energy that gently disrupts the manicured elegance of the rest of Montecito, offering a sense of healing and inspiration at its heart. Seeing it again with fresh eyes, I notice even more. Today, while many grand mansions dominate the area, Jeff remains devoted to a simple home and way of life, an integrity and authenticity I deeply admire. His vivid architecture sharply contrasts with the surrounding estates, yet subtly embodies philosophy of dwelling: a love for the land he grew up on, a sense of “the nest”, quietly asserting its own values amid the grandeur. His buildings were never designed to impress, but to hold a vision, to protect it, nurture it, and give it space to unfold. 

Thank you, Jeff Shelton and David Shelton. 

Thank you, Santa Barbara/Montecito. 

It is an artistic journey of discovery, from building model to the fully realized structure.

From New York City to East Hampton: Discover the fascinating stories spoken in Art’s Language 

New York City never sleeps, its lights and movement blur day and night, a reminder of being alive. Yet as I walked through the Upper East Side, autumn softened the scene: crisp air, golden leaves, and a rare calm tucked inside the city’s perpetual rush. 

The dialogue between art and architecture

The Breuer Building – Hungarian-born, Bauhaus-trained architect Marcel Breuer’s architectural masterpiece and the formal home of the Whitney Museum of American Art on Madison Avenue  –  shines with striking clarity as it begins its new chapter as Sotheby’s global headquarters. 

The Breuer is worth lingering over for its architecture. 
I caught a reflection in the window of Alex Katz’s Danny and Laura, adding charm to the interplay of building, art and architecture. 

I glimpsed the building’s design: a cantilevered concrete and granite façade rising like an upside-down pyramid, distinctive trapezoidal windows, and a lobby illuminated by countless circular discs, each holding a single silver-tipped bulb, casting a refined and singular glow. I noticed the Breuer lobby gallery, which showcases works from the Collection of Dorothy and Roy Lichtenstein. On one wall hung British Artist Damien Hirst’s Momentary Love Blossom painting, set in contrast to a rainbow-hued concentric square work by Frank Stella that commanded attention, while a Jean Arp sculpture stood nearby, completing the dynamic interplay of form and color. 

Those single silver-tipped bulbs stand out remarkably. 
The space adopts a museum-style design, allowing visitors to preview a diverse collection of artworks and objects, an inviting approach to experiencing both art and architecture. 

Three extraordinary single-owner collections: Leonard A. Lauder, Cindy and Jay Pritzker, and Exquisite Corpus, stand at the center of the November auction season. The exhibitions span both the day and evening sales. 

A day earlier, I visited Neue Galerie to explore Austrian and German art, including works by Gustav Klimt, Egon Schiele, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, and Oskar Kokoschka. Klimt is renowned for his highly decorative and symbolic style, combining sensual figuration with intricate patterns, gold leaf and ornamental motifs. His work juxtaposes naturalistic faces and bodies with abstract, mosaic-like fields of color and texture. The pinnacle of this “Golden Style” is Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I (1907), famously known as the Woman in Gold. In this dazzling composition, Adele’s flushed cheeks, vivid red lips, and unusually clasped hands emerge from a radiant aureole of gold and elaborate ornamentation, conveying both sensuality and vulnerability. The portrait captures an enigmatic presence that has made it one of Klimt’s most celebrated masterpieces.

Gustav Klimt, “Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I,” 1907, oil, silver and gold leaf on canvas.
(Photo from the Neue Galerie New York) 

Also, Ernest Ludwig Kirchner’s bold and expressive use of color stirred my emotions, reflecting his Expressionist concern with awakening the psyche. These works offer a glimpse into the artists’ inner worlds through a powerful visual language, deepening my appreciation of Austrian and German art.  

Gustav Klimt, Mada Primavesi, 1903-2000, oil on canvas, reveals an extraordinary confidence of a girl, evoking the immediacy and energy of youth. (Taken at The Metropolitan Museum of Art) 

At Sotheby’s, Gustav Klimt’s masterpiece Bildnis Elisabeth Lederer (1914) takes center stage. This striking portrait capturing Elisabeth Lederer’s beauty and social prominence through lavish ornamentation, a rich palette and masterful brushwork. The work vividly incorporates elements of Asian art, visible in its intricate decorative motifs, stylized patterns, and meticulous attention to detail, reflecting Klimt’s fascination with Eastern aesthetics. It was sold for a record-breaking $236.4 million on November 18, making it the second most expensive artwork ever sold at auction and the most expensive work of modern art ever to appear at auction. 

Klimt’s “Portrait of Elisabeth Lederer”captures a moment where beauty, power and symbolism converge.

I was drawn to another of Klimt’s works, Waldabhang bei Unterach am Attersee (1916), where his inner world emerges vividly, extending beyond mere physical appearance. The treatment of the painting surface shows his familiarity with Impressionist and Pointillist techniques, yet his approach is more refined, creating a work suffused with a distinctive mood. The painting’s overall green tone is punctuated by vibrant bursts of color from the landscape, and nature clearly sustained him. 

Standing before it, I found myself reflecting on the profound relationship between nature, daily life, philosophy, and the very essence of existence.
The iconic trapezoidal windows, together with Henri Matisse’s Figure decorative, creating a striking interplay of art, natural light and surrounding cityscape. 

I repeatedly returned to appreciate Cecily Brown’s High Society (1997-98), captivated by its swirling depths and bold exploration of the human figure. Blurring abstraction and figuration, the work shows how paint can convey the interplay of perception, emotion and desire. In this dazzling composition, I was captivated by the body work, struck by its brightness and chaos. I sensed the romance and sensuality lurking beneath the surface, while the shifting light enhanced skin, flesh and form, mesmerizing that my eyes could not look away.  

Cecily Brown’s High Society might be one of my favorites. 

The Argentine-Italian artist Lucio Fontana frequently cut or punctured his monochrome Concetto Speziale canvases,leaving distinctive slashes and holes that imbued the works with an almost violent energy, creating a dynamic dialogue between void and form. Its iconic shimmering gold and matte black palette invites viewers to contemplate the space beyond the canvas, resonating with both the finite and the infinite. 

Infinite gestures of space. Lucio Fontana’s Concetto Spezial, Attesa. 

I can’t take off my eyes off Wayne Thiebaud’s Four Sundaes, a still-life painting of humble everyday objects rendered in the artist’s singular illustrative style, his vibrant color, the piercing clarity of his light and the confidence of his brushstrokes, by way of his profound engagement with the history of art.

Wayne Thiebaud’s Four Sundaes. 

The mystery is unseen, yet indispensable

I believe Surrealist artworks will be a significant direction for the future art market. I’ve been fascinated by Surrealist paintings, such as Leonora Carrington (1917-2011), Remedios Varo (1909-1963), Frida Kahlo (1907-1954) and Rene Magritte (1898-1967). The surrealist paintings always invite me to step into the artist’s imaginative world: Is he or she escaping from reality into a surreal dimension? What is the artistic symbolism behind each object? Is it transformative? 

Le Jockey perdu by artist Rene Magritte, presents a dreamlike tableau with movement and stillness, reality and invention.  

Leonora Carrington’s Sin Titulo caught my eye immediately. It presents two intertwined, headless figures set against a glowing ochre background, merging in a ritualized embrace with their bodies rendered as contrasting yet equal forces. Their black and white bodies, feminine and masculine, transcend individual identity, embodying the mystical union of opposites, while their heads release luminous streams of energy, symbolizing rebirth and transformation. 

What do you see in this surrealist painting? 

The painting feels familiar, as if it has stirred a memory, yet I am confronted with its absences. Gertrude Abercrombie’s Message for Mercy rewards lingering attention. At the center, a black cat rests on a soft pink mat; a yellow broom leans against the corner, and a small landscaping painting hands on the wall. Muted gray walls and a closed door define the interior space. The letter, delicately placed along the threshold of the door, evokes an allusion to the outside world, while the broom and other interior elements, like the artist’s inner world, suggest feelings of insecurity and entrapment. 

The composition, like a window, allows me to glimpse both exterior and interior, merging Abercrombie’s vision with my own perception.  

Mexican art giant Frida Kahlo’s El sueño (La cama) explores the interplay of life and death, mortality and resilience, a feeling that struck me immediately upon first seeing the painting. In this intimate self-portrait, Kahlo depicts herself asleep in a bed, wrapped in a golden blanket embroidered with crawling vines, while a skeleton entwined with strings of dynamite hovers ominously above her, almost mirroring the artist herself. The subtle palette contrasts and deliberate inclusion of personal objects highlight her remarkable ability to fuse the material world with inner experience.

This painting revels death and life, challenge and resilience. 

I was particularly struck by the skeleton, which suggests that Kahlo’s confrontation with death is not rooted in fear, but in familiarity, drawing on Dia de los Muertos traditions, surrealist imagery and her own sense of identity. It was sold on November 20 for $54.7 million, setting a new auction record for a female artist. 

This journey rasied questions about power, wealth, art history and the artworks themselves, intertwine and shape one another. 

The train is moving toward, just like my journey

When I woke from a light doze on the train, we were already heading toward East Hampton. Autumn colors dotted the gray, rainy day. The town was quiet, lined with historic buildings that lent it a distinctly New England charm – my first impression of East Hampton. 

For more than 250 years, the 1770 House has stood as a tangible connection to the past, inspiring both nostalgia and awe. 

I posed the question, “If you had to describe East Hampton in one word, what would it be?” to the editor at The East Hampton Star, the local newspaper. He replied that the town is hectic in the summer but calmer in the winter, revealing different sides depending on the season. Our conversation hinted at the many layers of East Hampton, encouraging me to explore it more deeply.  

In East Hampton, I could immediately sense the wealth that defines the area. I walked along the streets, from the 1770 House to Main Beach, soaking in the autumn vibes – golden leaves drifting to the ground, countless cottage-style houses standing quietly as symbols of affluence, like an autumn painting come to life. The deer watched silently as I glimpsed sculptures in the garden yards, I spoke with the locals, many of them strangers, striking up interesting conversation with curiosity and boldness, eager to learn more about the town. The weather shifted quickly between snow and rain, a reminder of Long Island’s Eastern End and its unpredictable climate. 

The town exudes an elegant charm, reflecting the exclusivity and refinement of this coastal community. 

Like a local, I caught a brief glimpse of life in this area, feeling and experiencing Hampton living in my own small way. I was heading back to Grand Central in New York City, back to reality and chaos, a sharp contrast to the calm I had felt in East Hampton. 

Once again, the questions about the relationship between art, wealth and power stirred in my mind.

These forces are deeply intertwined, each shaping and amplifying the other: wealth enables the acquisition of art, art signifies influence, and power shapes what is celebrated. Yet personal passion remains essential, collecting is not just about acquiring objects, but cultivating something vibrant and meaningful that reflects one’s personality and lifestyle. 

The art market is vast, tangible, and filled with beautiful works, yet it is undeniably complex. My advice to future collectors is simple: buy only the piece you truly love, revisit them often, let your collection reflect your unique personality and lifestyle, and cultivate a guiding version that brings coherence to your acquisitions. With thoughtful guidance and respect for art history, you can navigate this world with confidence. 

Thank you for this bold adventure. 

Jewels of the Tide Pool: Chasing Octopus 

The book titled “The Soul of an Octopus: A Surprising Exploration into the Wonder of Consciousness” rests on the small table in my pioneer cabin at Between Beaches Alaska. I’ve read a few chapters and found myself immersed in the mysterious, intelligent and alien world of the octopus. It left me wondering how I might encounter these remarkable creatures in real life. I brought this curiosity into a conversation with the cabin’s owner Kristi Mclean, who has a wealth of knowledge about tide pooling and sea life. 

A new sea life adventure began 

On a gloomy day at low tide, we headed out to the beach as the mist drifted in, brushing against our faces. Along the way, she spoke of her life and her family’s story with the cabin. I could sense a deep connection, rooted in her childhood memories, family history, and personal inspiration. 

Kristi told me that certain secrets lie hidden beneath the rocks, waiting to be revealed when the tide slips away. 

We walked carefully across the slippery stones, lifting them one by one to see what might be hiding underneath. Wow! Hermit crabs scuttled swiftly across the stones, while little shrimp darted through the shallow pools, clusters of seaweed swayed gently with the water’s movement, and clams nestled quietly in the sand. Among these jewels of the tide pool, delicate patches of gum clung stubbornly to the rocks, completing the vibrant underwater tapestry. 

Wow! I saw a beautiful jellyfish! 

Unfortunately, we did not have any luck discovering an octopus that morning. But we came across the skeleton of a dead whale instead. Kristi explained that the whale had died two months ago on the other side of the beach, and the high tide had carried its bones over to this side. She was always on the lookout for more bones to piece together into an arch along the seawall, creating a unique ornament for the property. I sensed that her artistic inspiration flows deeply from the ocean and her daily life. 

Thanks to the fresh air and wind, I was spared the awful smell of the dead whale. It was my first time seeing a whale’s skeleton up close.  

“Can an octopus have a soul? What are these magical creatures?” These questions lingered in my mind. That night, as the ocean waves roared around the cabin, I received a warm message from Kristi: “Let’s try again, see if we can find an octopus before you leave.”  

The peak of low tide was at 9:45 a.m, and the tide pools began to form as animals slowly emerged from their hiding spots. We drove to the beach once again, crossing stretches of sand and scattered stones. The crunch of tiny rocks beneath the tires whispered in our ears, like a gentle melody sung by the shore itself. 

I was like a kid again, exploring this majestic playground. 

I turned over a rock and found three tiny crabs living underneath. In an instant, they found a hiding place and quickly crawled away. Crabs are fascinating creatures, both hunters and scavengers, using their two pincers to catch food. They spend much of the day hidden under or between rocks, waiting safely until the perfect moment to emerge.

It was about half an inch long and used raspy files on its feet to scrape algae off the rocks for food.

Nearby, we spotted a chiton clinging tightly to a rock and a cluster of barnacles with shells permanently fused to the stone. Then, we discovered a large starfish slowly moving forward by wiggling its arms from side to side. Truly interesting!

A starfish clings firmly to the rock, a quiet wonder of the tide pool. 

We kept searching for an octopus and were just about to give up. Suddenly, Kristi exclaimed, “Ah! The octopus is here!” I was thrilled. She gently coaxed it with a large shell, and to my amazement, the octopus moved with quiet grace, its gentle, fluid motions carrying it slowly crawled inside. 

It was my first time seeing an octopus. 

Getting a close look from every angle, I observed its soft, rounded form, boneless and incredibly flexible, allowing it to squeeze and twist through the tiniest spaces. Its eight long, agile arms were lined with suction cups, perfect for gripping, climbing and exploring. As it moved, it flowed like liquid, fluid and smooth. It could crawl, stretch and even change color and texture of its skin to blend seamlessly with its surroundings. 

When I touched it gently, its body adhered softly to my hand, shifting effortlessly over my skin and through the water. I caught a glimpse of its large, keen eyes, brimming with curiosity. It curled up in its secret den, perfectly camouflaged with its surroundings, always poised for its next adventure. That sticky connection lingered in my mind. I felt as if I had touched its soul. 

Did you see an octopus ? The intelligent octopus swims swiftly toward their destination. 

Tidepooling is a truly magical experience. The ocean is alive with countless sea creatures, and nature’s hidden treasures never cease to amaze me. Seeing all these tiny wonders brightened my day and filled me with awe.  

Fun Fact: The best time to find unique little creatures while tide pooling is during minus tides, those rare moment when the water level drops much lower than usual, revealing tide pools that are normally hidden beneath the waves. During these times, you can carefully hop from rock to rock, looking down to spot all kinds of special little sea creatures. I am so glad to have Kristi with me, her deep knowledge of tide pools made the experience even more amazing.  

The journey through the cabin continues

The original Pioneer Cabin was a simple subsistence home for Kristi and her parents. They spent their days exploring and gathering clams, berries, crabs and fish to can for the winter. After her mother began losing her short-term memory, Kristi followed her instincts and decided to build more cabins to support her family and cover her mother’s medical expenses. This story touched me deeply, adding a profound layer of meaning to this special place. 

I explored the other four cabins and the beach house on the property out of curiosity. Each cabin is privately nestled among the trees, as Kristi chose not to cut any down. Walking through the forest to each cabin felt like stepping into a fairy tale.

From the Cannery Cabin, I could see buoys dotting the distant ocean. 

Both the Cannery Cabin and The Fisherman’s Cabin offer breathtaking views of the majestic mountains of the Alaska Range and the abundant wildlife that inhabit the area. Each beautifully blends rustic nostalgia with modern comfort, featuring thoughtful touches designed for relaxation. Reclaimed wood, windows and details from a 1914 salmon cannery in Kenai are incorporated throughout, imbuing the spaces with history and authenticity. 

At the Fisherman’s Cabin, the ocean and sky meet on the same horizon, simply stunning. 
 

The most impressive detail for me was the ocean-inspired ceramics adorning each outdoor shower. Like works of art, they invited me to slow down and truly appreciate every piece.  

Where creativity and function blend seamlessly. 

Did you know The Beach House hosts a variety of retreats, from art to yoga and more? I had the chance to explore it and enjoyed the expansive windows that filled the room with natural light, the cozy fireplace, elegant lighting, ocean-inspired decorations, and the wood-fired outdoor hot tub adorned with whale bone art, perfectly silhouetted by the sunset. 

I enjoy sitting outside and feeling the fresh ocean air. 

I also noticed unique touches everywhere, whalebone accents and driftwood, each full of authentic Alaskan character that sparked conversations as I soaked in Seldovia’s rich history. I realized that my time at this remote beach was a retreat in itself. 

They bring back memories of an adventure: walking down to the beach through the storm, searching for whalebones.
Each detail in the Beach House is worth lingering. 

Let the childlike wonder wash over you 

At this majestic playground, I became a child again, both inside and out. Between Beaches Alaska was one of the highlights of my Alaska adventure. Here, I discovered Alaska’s charm, the cabin’s history, artistic inspiration, a deep connection to nature, abundant wildlife, and many profound conversations. I also witnessed the striking contrast between the tranquil calm on one side of the beach and the roaring waves on the other, like a vivid painting unfolding before me. 

What a juxtaposition of nature’s serenity and power! 

I met Kristi, and we became friends, sharing many unforgettable moments that I will always cherish. We chased the elusive soul of the octopus, an enchanting creature whose graceful and mysterious nature captivated both of us. In that pursuit, I felt a true connection to its spirit. Beyond our fascination with the octopus and the abundant sea life, Kristi and I bonded deeply over our shared passions for art and the cabins. This experience opened my eyes to human resilience, our connection to nature and art, the pioneer spirit, and the power of friendship. It is a precious gift I carry home with me. 

If you are seeking an exclusive adventure in a remote location, staying at Between Beaches Alaska will exceed your expectations. Immerse yourself in bucket-list experiences and more. For detailed information, please visit: https://betweenbeachesalaska.com. 

Thank you for an incredible adventure, Between Beaches Alaska. Until we meet again. 

A rare and breathtaking sunset – what a perfect ending to my Alaska adventure! 

The Pioneer’s Cabin Life in Alaska 

Alaska is a state of extremes, vastness and wilderness beyond imagination. My lens shifted from zooming out to zooming in, offering a glimpse into another kind of extreme: the intimate, small scale world hidden within the wilderness. Nestled deep in Alaska’s wilds, the pioneer’s cabin stands as a testament to self-sufficiency, craftsmanship, simplicity and a profound connection with nature. 

Dick Proenneke built a 12’ x 16’ log cabin by hand and lived alone in the Alaskan wilderness for 30 years. He thrived without electricity, running water, a telephone or other modern conveniences, documenting his life through a detailed daily journal, photographs and video recordings. His journey inspires me to explore dry cabin lifestyle, awakening the pioneer soul within me to experience the true Alaskan life. (If you are interested in learning about his journey, the book titled “One Man’s Wilderness” is a great place to start.) 

The pioneer’s cabin adventure begins. 

A Glimpse into the Dry cabin: Rocket House 

A unique dry cabin called Rocket House, tucked in the trees next to an old train car, a winding trail leading toward the mountains, a single feather in the grass. The mist, the color, and the stillness of Seward, Alaska, it is just breathtaking. 

Where the wild calls: through a pioneer’s eyes. 
 

I opened the old door and was met with most rustic and simplest setting I had ever stayed: a single bed on the first level, a picnic table, a low-output propane heater, a small solar system offering a very limited amount of electricity, powering the essentials, a large window framing a postcard-worthy tableau of Seward and Resurrection Bay. There is no running water and no electricity, completely off grid. Full of curiosity, I climbed the wooden ladder to the loft above, where a simple bed awaited, I caught a first glimpse of Alaska’s raw impression, from the simplicity inside to the vast wilderness outside.

This is the most rustic cabin I have ever stayed. I was glad I had brought my sleeping bag to keep warm through the chilly night. 

I was not used to staying in a dry cabin; this was my first time. As the rain fell outside, I kept glancing out the window: the seaside charm here isn’t just a whisper; it is a shout from nature’s lung, resounding with all the colors of sunset and sunrise, and echoing across ocean, mountains and glaciers. I settled in at dusk and woke to the gray gloom of dawn, as the skies ignited with hues of indigo shadow, streaked occasionally with mist. 

The experience and feeling of Rocket House reached into my very marrow. It is more than a place; it is a state of mind. I know I will return. (Oh! I took a cold-water shower there, in Alaska! Can you believe it?) 

A cabin out of a dream  

At the end of a long, rain-soaked drive, a cozy cabin awaited. Its red roof gleamed through the downpour, with helicopters rested quietly outside, ready for the next adventure. Inside, the walls are adorned with adventure photographs, gently illuminated by warm light. The rains still pound outside the cabin. 

After a day of braving cold-water showers, being able to enjoy a hot shower on a chilly Alaskan evening felt like a rare and luxurious gift for me. Each helicopter departure sparked my imagination, where were they headed? What wild corners of Alaska awaited beyond the horizon? The roar of the engines echoed through the mountains like a call to adventure, stirring a quiet thrill within me each time they vanished into the clouds. Perhaps this is the charm of this cabin, it holds the promise of a new adventure waiting to unfold. 

The cloud wrapped around the mountains, while the helicopter flew across the sky, casting a veil of mystery over the landscape and the cabin. A dreamy atmosphere surrounded me. 
Watching the helicopters take off and land was a mesmerizing experience. 

I gazed out those cabin as I returned from my paddleboarding adventure by helicopter. 

A memorable cabin adventure with Alaskan Malamutes 

Driving from Talkeetna to Healy, Alaska, surrounded by snowy mountains bathed in the soft orange glow of sunset, was a truly breathtaking moment I’ll never forget. As I traveled on a gravel road, I missed a small sign and soon found myself lost in the deepening darkness, feeling a sense of uncertainly. Suddenly, a female moose appeared on the road, a quiet and majestic presence in the wilderness. What a mini adventure it turned out to be! With only a weak cell signal, the host always stayed on the phone, guiding me step by step. Finally, I spotted the warm glow of light filling the cabin.

I was deeply drawn to its vintage aesthetic and understated charm. Decorated with Alaskan Malamute character touches, the cabin felt like being transported back in time. What I appreciated most was the presence of a washer and dryer, a true comfort after so many days on the road. 

I was so exhausted that I quickly fell asleep that night. 

On a chilly morning, the fog covered the landscape as the Alaska Malamutes greeted me warmly. Wow, each of them has its own cozy little home, and with a name. Some sat quietly, others waited eagerly for their breakfast, and a few were bursting with energy, seeking affection and completely melting my heart. It was truly inspiring and touching to learn about their beautiful adventures and expeditions, as well as about my host Tonje – her deep bond with the dogs and life as a musher – from a book in the cabin. The stories added depth and meaning to the cabin itself. 

Hello my Alaskan friends. 

Thank you for sharing such a beautiful adventure with me, “Musher’s Cabin” with sled dog kennel.   

A unique dry cabin experience: An Alaskan odyssey 

Live my inner pioneer! 

I stayed at an off-grid, dry cabin tucked deep in a forest painted with autumn hues in Fairbanks, Alaska, a peaceful retreat to chase the aurora. Though minimal in amenities, the cabin feels surprisingly spacious and open, thanks to its thoughtful design. I took in each detail, from the little kitchenette and the living area to the cozy sleeping loft above. There is a simple outdoor shower and an outhouse. With no electricity, lighting is provided by battery-powered lanterns and candles; there is also no running water, but the kitchenette includes a special water basin and a propane stove for cooking.   

I glimpsed through the entire cabin. 
The warm glow of lantern light filled the entire cabin, creating a cozy atmosphere.
What an interesting water sink for cooking. Off-grid living at its finest. 


Because of the limited water setup, I had to carefully monitor how much I used for cooking and washing. The sense of mindfulness made my stay even more meaningful; it was one of the most interesting parts of the dry cabin experience. Despite the chilly night outside, I found myself sweating indoors: the propane heater kept the cabin that warm. I enjoying listening to the sound of the creek and the “crackling” noise from the fireplace. Such a contradiction: cold wilderness outside, but a mini sauna inside. 

Without any distraction, I unplug from regular programming, only accompanied by nature and trees. I soaked into the wood-fired cedar hot tub, breathing in the crisp air, listening to birdsong and the gentle rustle of autumn leaves, as the sunset painted the sky in soft shades of pink. Ha! I woke up every hour from midnight until dawn, yearning to dance beneath the aurora’s glow. But the sky was cloaked in clouds, and the northern lights remained out of sight this time. 

I did not see the aurora, but I was treated to a beautiful sunset instead. 

Staying at this dry cabin offered me a great chance to reconnect with nature, a solitary experience that embraced the simplest way of living – an Alaskan odyssey. I was in the deep forest and hills; I was so close to the earth. 

(Fun Fact: This dry cabin was built by the host David. He left behind a routine life on the East Coast U.S. and moved to Alaska in 2015. Ever since he was a child, he had a deep yearning for the wild places of the world, and the flora and fauna that call them home. He wanted to roam a wild landscape where few have ever walked, to choose a remote site, and build a log cabin reflects his wilderness ethic, creating what is needed from the land itself. He strives to live not in conflict with the world, but in harmony with his thoughts, dreams and solitude. Now, he shares his passion with his guests.) 

Nowhere, Somewhere

I was nowhere, yet also somewhere. Always amazed by Alaska’s vast emptiness stretching beyond where the eye can reach. On my long drive back to Anchorage, I stopped at a place I did not even know the name of – nowhere – accompanied by vibrant fall colors, a still lake and drifting fog. 

On an early morning, amidst heavy mist, I spotted a moose appearing briefly before vanishing as quickly as it came. 

The rain continued with a chill in the air in this unknown land full of surprises and enchantment. 

Pioneer Cabin: Where the Sea, Wildlife, Art and Spirit Meet

I embarked on a boat adventure and spot a small 12’x 16’ cabin nestled among the trees as I approached the dock just outside of Seldovia, Alaksa. The owner and host, Kristi, greeted me warmly.

Pioneer Cabin ! 

Wow! The Pioneer Cabin! The interior features a thoughtfully designed space with a small kitchenette, a full bed and a single bed. Every detail speaks for itself: warm lights made the cabin feel even cozier, and a photo of Kristi’s parents hung on the wall, rich with history and meaning. The exterior is adorned with Kristi’s ocean-inspired ceramics, featuring an outdoor shower and an indoor flush toilet attached to the side of the cabin. 

I was especially drawn to the vintage propane stove and stove top, which felt like a time machine. Kristi told me her father bought it many years ago, and she has kept it ever since. It is more than just a stove; it is a piece of family history. Standing there, I felt like I had stepped into a collection of stories and memories that truly embody the pioneer spirit of the cabin. 

It was my first time cooking on a vintage stove, filled with history. 

The enchanted remote cabin invited me to craft my own story. Like a child, I swayed back and forth on the swing beneath the trees, gazing out the breathtaking views of the Alaska Range across Kachemak Bay, watching sea otters play in the water as the breeze gently brushed against my face. I witnessed spectacular colors spill across the sky at sunset over the beach and experienced the raw power of a storm, eventually falling asleep to the roaring rhythm of the ocean surf. I found peace in the nostalgic charm of the cabin and explored tide pools during low tides. I was not just a visitor, but truly living in this place. 

Joy lives in every moment. 
Do you know the hidden stories behind each detail? 

Adventure to be continued…stay tuned for the next chapter.  

It is about a whimsical adventure 

In which cabin would you love to stay? 

For me, each one became its own chapter, crafting a unique memory on my Alaska adventure. These small cabins, humble and tucked away, stand in striking contrast to the overwhelming vastness of Alaska’s wild landscapes. Being inside one made me realize how incredible small we are within nature’s grand masterpiece. Yet beyond that, I glimpsed another world, a pioneer’s spirit thriving deep in the wilderness, like stepping into a cartoon adventure: simple living, expansive horizons that resonate the soul, and endless wonder. 

My cutest Alaskan friend.

The Pioneer Life: Chasing Alaska 

My wildest and boldest adventure of 2025 began this September, into the Last Frontier, drawn by its wilderness. 

The first impression of Alaska 

The Alaska Railroad tracks run quietly alongside the highway. The light rain dotted the windshield, golden birch tress against snow-capped mountains lining the road, stretching out beyond the ocean under a clouded sky. As my eyes lingered on the distant glaciers, half-veiled by mist, a sense of awe filled me. There was nothing out there, only a profound call to the pioneer soul within me to be and explore this land. 

I arrived in Seward, Alaska, late afternoon on September 11. It is a quiet town where mountains, oceans and glaciers meet, with very few tourists after the summer season. I stayed at a rustic and dry cabin called Rocket House, tucked in the trees by the beach, catching my first glimpse of Alaska from darkness to dawn. My eyes were always searching for the cutest sea otters nearby. 

The cloud wrapped the mountains, casting a veil of mystery over the landscape and cabin.

About the sea journey 

Due to the weather, I took a boat to explore Resurrection Bay instead of hiking the Harding Icefield Trail in Kenai Fjords National Park. Alaska’s waters are filled with diverse marine residents, full of surprises at every turn. I spotted a bald eagle perched on a dead branch above, few puffins scuttling on the sea below, with mist weaving through the mountains.

Sea lions sunbathing on the rocks. 

Then I ventured even farther into the middle of nowhere, the strong wind blowing against my face as I waited for a special moment to arrive. The orca gracefully sliced through the water, its powerful breath echoing across the bay like a deep and resonant call. Gradually, more incredible orcas approached, putting on a stunning show of acrobatics. Wow! I also spotted a mountain goat high in the mountains, but it vanished swiftly.

Orcas of Seward’s Wild Coast. 


I witnessed the majestic Bear Glacier towering above the tranquil lagoon. 

I continued on to Palmer, Alaska, as the rain and gloomy gray sky lingered.

My Insane Glacier Paddle Boarding Adventure 

On September 13, I embarked on an incredible glacier paddleboarding adventure with Alaska Helicopter Tours. Soaring thousands of feet above the vast Alsakan mountain ranges, I gazed down at the vibrant yellow colors stretching across the land. The pilot dropped me onto one of the most pristine glaciers I’ve ever set foot on.

We flew over the remote Knik Glacier area; the breathtaking ice fields truly left me breathless. 

I hiked across jagged ice that stretched as far as my eyes can see, explored a raw glacier cave, touched the fresh glacier water, and glided on a paddleboard through shimmering turquoise pools framed by towering ice formations and awe-inspiring mountains. Fueled by boldness and a wild spirit, I jumped into the icy blue glacier water. Even wearing a dry suit, the cold was shocking, my hands went numb as I swam through the freezing water. It was a proof that everything really is exceptionally cooler in Alaska. Ah! I spotted a black bear from the helicopter when I returned, its hulking frames still small against the long sweep of tundra and mountain. 

Glaciers carved over millennia tell Alaska’s incredible story, and standing before them is a humbling experience.
Paddleboarding and swimming in the icy blue water was WILD. 

September in Alaska, my favorite time of the year, the air is cool and crisp. I chased every kind of weather imaginable there. The sunrise bathed the mountains in a soft golden light in the distance; the thick fog drifted peacefully over the lake; the winding mountain roads transformed the already wild and rugged stretch of Hatcher Pass into a dreamlike scene. 

Seeing the sunshine and a bluebird sky in Alaska was a rare gift that made me stop and take it all in.  
 
I was fascinated by this scene in Palmer, AK. 

An Epic Adventure: Denali 

I headed to interior Alaska, where the tundra stretched endlessly and the wild heart of the Last Frontier revealed itself. 

My adventurous spirit pushed me to take a once in a lifetime high-altitude flight in Talkeetna, Alaska on September 14. Soaring up to 21,000 feet, I witnessed the summit of North America’s tallest mountain (Mt. McKinley), a remarkable chapter in my adventure book.  

Behind the scenes: This summit tour requires four passengers minimum with good weather. Before I arrived in Alaska, no one had signed up for the tour despite my repeated inquiries. Fortunately, on the day when I was in Talkeetna, there were four people finally registered. However, I had to wait until 4:00 pm local time for the weather to cooperate. Thanks to people and weather cooperating, I was able to make it. As the pilot said, “It is your lucky day!” Indeed, it was. 

During the flight, I needed to wear an oxygen mask. As we climbed higher, the scenery shifted from the golden hues of autumn gleaming across winding river valleys to the towering peaks of the Alaska Range, where a profound stillness rest beneath heavy blankets of snow. It was almost too magnificent to be real, beyond words.

I was amazed by the Alaska Range, seen from such a unique and towering perspective. 
Denali Summit, the top of the world, from 21,000 feet, on September 14, 2025. 
What an Epic Adventure! 

Like a pioneer, I stepped off the plane and onto the glacier aid towering mountains, fearless. I was transported into an all-white world, crisp air filling my lungs, silence echoing around me. I laid fresh tracks in the untouched snow, so deep that each step felt like a challenge. I could feel how difficult an expedition to climb these mountains, they must brave the cold, the harsh conditions, the altitude and the isolation. (If you’re planning to travel to Alaska, please add it to your bucket list, I highly recommend taking this summit tour, it is truly worth every penny and wait, it is a MUST!)

I was so proud of myself, a pioneer into the remoteness. 
To adventure. To see. To explore. To feel. This is LIFE! 
Under a bluebird sky, the shadow of the plane swept across awe-inspiring snow mountains, what an exceptionally stirring sight. 

Road trips aren’t measured just by mile markers, but also by memorable moments. Denali has so much more in store, waiting for me to discover. On the road to Healy, Alaska, near Denali National Park. Wow! A big rainbow broke through the storm in the distance, casting a soft and glowing light over the snowcapped peaks and wild landscape. The wind whipped around me as the clouds turned orange over the mountains. In the middle of nowhere, I felt as if I had touched freedom itself. Ah! I saw a moose passing by as I searched for my cabin in the dark. 

Oh. I thought it was aurora! Ha. Alaska is showing off! 

Did you know? After mid-September, you can drive up to 30 miles into the Denali wilderness with your private vehicle. It is a rare opportunity to encounter amazing wildlife without booking an expensive guided tour. I seized the chance to venture deep into the wild and explore on my own.  

A veil of mist mingled with fiery red leaves, adding a mysterious beauty over Denali.

The wild adventure began. The heavy fog blurred my vision early morning, forcing me to drive slowly and cautiously through the wilderness. Unexpectedly, I encountered three huge male grizzly bears strolling along the road, an incredible up-close moment I’ll never forget. With powerful muscles bulging beneath their thick brown coast, the bears moved with raw strength and surprising agility. 

Hello Bear !

From a safe distance, I watched every detail: how they dug and foraged for food in preparation for hibernation, and even their sudden bursts of flighting. Wow! All unfolding right before my eyes. 

I loved watching their massive bodies run so fast, full of power and strength, just impressive. 
 
Did you see the sharp claws on a grizzly bear’s paw? 
Fat Bear !
We met, a grizzly bear and a pioneer. 

Thank you, Denali! Such as wonderful place that creates amazing adventures together! Filled with joy, I was heading to my next destination: Fairbanks, Alaska, to chase the aurora before the first snowfall. 

A breathtaking drive through the Grand Alaska loop

A pioneer soul wandering deep into the wild, more than 100 miles between tiny towns, with no gas stations, no cell signals, and almost no people or cars, only surrounded by jaw-dropping mountains and a vibrant tapestry of autumn colors. 

This is how fall paints the Last Frontier.  

I drove 363 miles from bustling Fairbank to the picturesque seaside town of Valdez, witnessed from the stunning rivers that carved through the landscape to the thunderous majesty of waterfalls cascading from the cliffs, every turn revealed a new wonder. Sometimes, I lost track of where I was amid the vast remoteness, reminding me how incredibly small I am in the wild tundra. 

Along the way to Valdez, Alaska. 
 

I ventured into Thompson Pass, at 2,805 feet elevation that stretches 82.5 miles, winding through rugged peaks and showcasing some of Alaska’s most awe-inspiring terrain. It quickly became one of my favorite scenic drives in the state. 

Towering mountains framed the horizon, and the glaciers gleamed in the rare sunlight.
I was pleasantly surprised by the tiny town of Valdez, it felt completely different from any other town I had visited in Alaska, with its own unique charm and atmosphere. 

We see the world together at Valdez, AK

I was awakened by the rhythmic sound of rain, echoing through the mountains at Valdez. 

Rivers speak in the low murmur of salmon beneath the surface, and the wind moves through it all like a hand turning pages. I encountered another vivid wildlife at the Solomon Gulch Fish Hatchery, outside the town of Valdez. Dozens of massive sea lions were in the water, searching for delicious salmon. Some swam by with fish clenched in their mouths, while others surfaced with deep, echoing calls that carried across the bay. I stood there, letting the rain soak through me, fully present in the wildness. 

Fish were scattered across the ground, the sharp scent of death lingering in the air, evidence of nature’s brutal and beautiful cycle.
 
We see the world together! 

(Fun fact: Sea lions and seals may look similar, but a key difference is that sea lions have external ear flaps, while seals do not.)

I found myself in Alaska. 

Where the land ends, another incredible adventure begins

Taking on a long drive back to Anchorage and then headed to Homer (total 552 miles), I realized that my greatest adventures are always those where the journey isn’t mapped out. I believe the best way to explore Alaska deeply is by car, plane, boat and on foot. I am glad I did it all.  

Homer, Alaska, invites me to seek out hidden gems and to connect with the creative soul on the remote beach. 

Alaska never ceases to amaze me. With no roads leading there and surrounded entirely by water, this uniquely wild place feels like a majestic playground waiting to be explored. As I embarked on this incredible adventure – traveling by boat from Homer to Macdonald Spit, just outside of Seldovia, I was greeted by the cutest sea otter family in the distance, putting on a fantastic show just for me. 

One of the most magical moments was spotting the sweetest neighbors: sea otters floating by in Kasitsna Bay, right outside my pioneer cabin. Like an excited kid, I paddled after them across the glassy and calm water. The otters were curious and playful by nature, shimmered with wet fur and faces peeking up with intelligent eyes. I saw them up-close: rolling, diving, swimming and surfacing with gentle breaths. It felt like they were inviting me into their secrete world. Magic! 

Slowing down and letting myself soak in everything at the remote beaches, creating another amazing adventure. Stay tuned for the next post.

It is about an adventure of extremes

What I experienced in Alaska felt like living inside a real-life nature documentary – 13 days and 2,421 miles of adventure. Alaska is not just a state; it is a journey of extremes. 

Hey, Alaska: you are far away, a 6 hour and 45-minute flight from home. You are vast, remote and rugged, with stretches of more than a hundred miles between towns. You are breathtaking, painted in magical colors and offering endless adventures far beyond my all imagination and expectations. 

You are wild and untamed, alive with amazing wildlife and raw beauty. You reveal some of the most beautiful parts of the world. You awaken the pioneer spirit in me, daring me to witness your wonders, embrace your extremes, and above all, fall in love with you! 

Alaska teaches me the scale of things: how small details become anchors; how vastness sharpens intimacy; how absence becomes another kind of presence. 

Black and White: Art and Philosophy

“To me, black and white are not merely colors of visual art, they are also philosophers: a dialogue between our being and the unseen power.” – American artist Christopher Mudgett

Adventure begins with a black and white painting, both online and in the artist Christopher Mudgett’s (b.1982) profile photo. In the monochromatic photograph, sunlight delicately reflects in his eye, revealing the spark of an artistic journey that invites me to explore his vision and story. On a recent West Coast adventure, I bravely visited his studio in person – a step into the unknown, into the depths of his creative world. The artist is confident and thoughtful in person, with a quiet delicacy that contrasts his cool online persona. 

Artist Christopher Mudgett lives in Los Angeles, California.  

Art is in the air. We sat in front of the easel, surrounded by monochromatic artworks, the bird, and the warm sunlight of Los Angeles, opening a profound conversation. “You are self-taught on your visual art journey?” I posed this question with endless curiosity. Mudgett slowly unfolded his journey by layers, each revealing a hidden truth – the path chose him.  Art always runs through his veins and flows through every aspect of his life: he has played and composed music since a young age, with imaginative visions continually alive in his mind. After a 15 year journey in music, a call from the world of visual art began to stir within him. In 2011, he bravely answered that call, willingly taking the risk and setting out on a new path driven by the need for a more visceral and tactile form of self-expression, where everything felt natural. I noticed the deep passion in his eyes as he spoke, moving forward one step at a time and often dedicating as many as 16 hours a day to creation in the studio. Today, his artworks are recognized across the globe, as he continues to push the boundaries of his creative exploration. 

Christopher Mudgett’s paintings in his beloved studio.

At first glance, many audiences, including myself, thought Mudgett’s artworks must have been influenced by Cubist Pablo Picasso, particularly in the way he creates a sense of three-dimensionality on a flat surface. This initial visual similarity prompted me to a deeper exploration of his artistic influences, elevating our conversation. “I like and respect many renowned artists, such as Michelangelo, Vincent van Gogh, Pablo Picasso, Georges Braque and more, also appreciate emerging artists, my artistic influences accumulate along a continuous lineage, blending inspirations from past and present to nurture and fuel my creative work,” he says, explaining the influence behind the scenes. His deep respect for art and artists inspires me. In the studio, I gazed at his paintings once more and found subtle differences that reveal a new perspective I hadn’t seen before. His artworks never fail to surprise me. Good art never looks the same twice – open your eyes!  

Mudgett lives through his art and draws profound inspiration from life itself: the people he interacts with daily, the objects he connects to, or those that randomly surface in his mind, and the core beliefs and ideas that resonate within his soul – all vividly brought to life on canvas. He embraces spontaneity and follows his instincts throughout the creative process, letting the art speak for itself. At the moment, we declared, “This is adventure!” as our applause echoed with shared excitement. He is clearly an adventurer as heart as well. 

His large monochromatic painting titled “Woman at the Toilet” immediately drew my attention. As he shared the inspiration behind it, layers of thought, emotion and intention gradually unfolded, revealing the depth woven into the work. During the COVID pandemic, when daily life came to a standstill and even toilet paper became a rare commodity, that strange and disorienting chapter of collective experience inspired this work. The painting is silent, yet it reflects on our shared vulnerability and remarkable capacity to endure. 

Do you see the toilet papers? How has the pandemic changed your perspective on life? 
“Woman at the Toilet”, 2020, postcard by Mudgett

One of the most enchanting scenes I encountered: a bird walking freely through the studio. He lives alongside it – a quiet companion in a space where art is created. It reflects a new way of living, one that seeks to co-exist harmoniously with good evil, nature and art, human and animals, all under one roof. It is a testament to balance and presence. 

He continued to share another oil painting of a bird figure and told me the story, that one day he followed his instinct and working on bird creation on the canvas, the strangest thing was after few days of creation, this bird flew into his studio, landing on paintings, easels and offered a high enough perch, then became a part of his life and inspiration. The bird appearance matched to his creation in his mind almost at the exact moment. Everything feels surreal, clearly more than coincidence, almost prophetic and deeply cohesive. I was fascinated by it and said, “Wow! Nature finds you”. 

What do you perceive and feel in those twists and turns? 
“The Acrobat” (2013), Acrylic on Canvas, 40 x 30 in, by Christopher Mudgett

Black and White is artist Mudgett’s distinctive artistic language, illuminating that his monochromatic palette is more than an aesthetic choice. He continued, carrying a spark of energy, “I could find many colors, most of which represent different feelings and thoughts, but black and white speak most intimately to my inner self. It is deeper than what you see, symbolizing the fundamental dualities of human existence: light and shadow, good and evil, love and hate, introvert and extrovert, inside and outside”. I added, “strong and vulnerable?”  He smiled. We know these two sides inherent in everything we constantly experience. It made me wonder whether we truly have the courage to confront our deepest sides. Great art evokes our emotions and inspires deep reflection on the profound depths of our being, transcending mere decoration and superficiality, artist Mudgett fulfills this perfectly. 

It evokes the deep emotions and boundless love shared between the artist and his mother – a bond that shapes his view of life, relationships and kindness. Just like us. 
“Mother & Child” (2014), oil on Canvas, by Christopher Mudgett.
Do you find similarity and difference between him and ourselves? 
“Head of Man II, 2014” Ink on Arches, 16 x 12 in, by Christopher Mudgett

Did you know? Although he is a self-taught artist, the geometric precision and structural balance in his paintings and drawings are inherited from his father, who is an architect. His works showcase a keen sense of composition and symmetry, subtly shaped by his family’s influence. 

We continued exchanging perspectives on gallery representation, just like old friends. He chose to leave his gallery to take full control over his artistic output and how his work is presented. Traditional galleries focus on driving art sales and often overlook the artist’s vision. For him, maintaining his studio and truly enjoying and resonating art are most important; having people who collect his work value it for its meaning rather than for money matters more. Now, his artwork is exclusively available through his gallery and studio. I admire his ambition and dedication to preserving the integrity of his creative process. He also has a clear vision for continued growth, planning to hold exhibitions in museums in future. Our conversation ponders me to reconsider whether the traditional gallery model genuinely fits today’s art market.

What fascinates me most is exploring an artist’s deepest world and creating new perspectives to understand the world. It is the true power of art. 
“Woman at the Toilet XVI, 2023”, Oil on Canvas, by Christopher Mudgett

He knows how to collect and the specialty care of art. He believes, seeing and collecting art is a slow-burning process, one should engage with artworks over the years, as it is a test of time – after couple years, the piece should still hold its magical quality and continue to evoke the deepest parts of our souls. He is a true artist and a hidden gem. 

For the artist, black and white serve as a powerful artistic language, allowing him to convey both his inner world and the outer surroundings. Through his monochrome lens, he embarks on a profound exploration of the intersection of art and philosophy, using his creations as a form of philosophy to ponder the deeper questions of existence and the human experience. He transmits his unique gift to us, inviting us into a thoughtful dialogue with both the visible and invisible dimensions of life.  

For both the audience and collectors, these artworks serve as bridge – not only connecting us to the artist’s unique vision but also reflecting aspects of ourselves we may not always recognize. They replenish our souls, offering moments of insight and deep emotional resonance. This powerful bond carries profound value, transcending the physical form to touch the essence of our shared humanity. Great art not only inspires us but also elevates the environment around us.

Now, when I look back at the light in his eyes in that monochromatic profile photo again, I see his inner world more clearly. I would say, it is not just an artistic adventure, but a profound collision of souls through art.

His artistic journey continues. 

Notes: If you’d like to learn more about the artist Christopher Mudgett and his works, please visit his website: www.mudgett.co, or follow his Instagram:@ChristopherMudgett. Feel free to send me a private message as well. Discover the bold and mesmerizing art of Christopher Mudgett for your collection – may the art connect us ! 

More than meets the eyes: discover a treasure trove of art  

I recently embarked on a European art adventure in the art world capital New York City (NYC). I captured the inspiration of artists, discovered more leading international art galleries and artists, immersing in centuries of extraordinary old-master paintings, antiques, timeless creativity and craftsmanship that have left an enduring mark on the history of art, having a profound dialogue between materiality, experiment and abstraction. Through this lens, my artistic perspective rises to new heights.

A profound discovery into galleries and artists at TEFAF NEW YORK

It was rainy day. The European Fine Art Foundation (TEFAF) community invited me in, fine art, antiques, jewelry, contemporary art, and design under one roof, New York edition with 91 leading galleries worthy exploring outside of Maastricht. 

I wandered amongst the beautiful works of artist Ruth Asawa (1926-2013), presented by David Zwirner, captivated by her extensive body of wire sculptures that challenge conventional notions of material and form through their emphasis on lightness and transparency. I got closer to see her signature looped- and suspended tired-wire sculptures, observing them from every angle. I was amazed by their intricate form and delicate balance, evoking a profound connection to the natural world and the inspiration behind them. 

The lines carry us further, interlocking and interweaving. (Untitled)

My eyes were fixed in front of Bronze Sculpture “Moon Gold Hare” (2007), beautifully embodied natural elements and made by sculptor Barry Flanagan, presented by London-based gallery Waddington Custot. The work vividly captures the hare in various states of motion and rest, leaping with lightness and energy, seamlessly blending whimsy with grace, as the sculpture appears frozen between dynamic movement and serene stillness. Its unique interpretation of vitality and freedom created a connection with me, as I saw myself reflected in the work. 

“Moon Gold Hare“ by sculptor Barry Flanagan. 

I was invited to the ancient art world. The leading art gallery Charles Ede amazed me with its exquisite collection and curatorial depth. As I explored, I forgot the time. The Roman mosaic hanging on the wall, featuring tesserae in red, yellow, brown, orange set against a black stone background, depicting Eros poised to hunt a fleeing stag, the head of a woman adorned with earnings and other ornaments at the center, its composition immediately caught my eye. 

This amazing mosaic invited me to reflect on the influence of provincial artistry on Roman mosaics in the 3rdand 4th centuries A.D.   

I can’t take off my eyes from the double-sided herm head by marble, named “Roman Janiform Herm of Mercury” (1st– 2nd Century A.D.), expressing one face as youthful and the other as an aged man. I carefully examined their similarities and differences from different angels, from hair to lips, from eyes to chin, and the nose, down to up, repeatedly, with a dual perspective and sense. It inspired me to explore the cultural and artistic transition from the Greek to the Roman period in greater depth, echoing the intertwining of past and future in the faces. 

Double-sided herm head presented by Charles Ede. Can you spot the symbolism behind two faces?

My curiosity took me to discover a small-scale intimate fragment from Greek Red-Figure vase, depicting a nude youth holding a hare and gazing at it deeply. I noticed subtle fine hairline cracks across the surface – one running through the hare and youth’s hair, another crossing the head and meeting the first at the forehead. The scene left me wondering about its hidden symbolism.

The fine cracks on the object add a degree of warm and depth of timelessness. 

I caught a glimpse of another remarkable piece: a fish plate decorated in red figure with added white details, depicting a torpedo fish alongside two breams. The plate is mostly intact, and its design along with fine glaze cracks near the center reveals its rich history and enduring character from ancient Greece. Serving both as a decorative art and practical dinnerware, it offers insight into the Greeks’ deep appreciation for marine life and their advanced pottery craftsmanship. 

I enjoyed appreciating this fish plate, enchanted by its harmonious blend of artistic beauty and practical vision. 

I was captivated by a stunning mirror painting by leading contemporary artist Christopher Page, presented by Ben Hunter Gallery. His work masterfully merges Modernist abstraction with Baroque illusion to create an ambiguous pictorial depth that challenges notions of truth and falsehood in painted imagery, while reflecting the layered realities suggested by the very surfaces we endlessly gaze upon. I was obsessed with the interplay of light, shadow and reflection – both on the surface and depth within – evoking nature’s outer and inner worlds,  seeing his vision ascend to a profound height. I did not hesitate to connect with the artist and left a warm message to express my appreciation: a deep reflection of outside and inner.

It poses a question to the viewer: What is it that you truly see?

The Axel Vervoordt Gallery was worth lingering, showcasing a meaningful dialogue between two pioneering Japanese artists: Shiro Tsujimura and Yuko Nasaka. At the beginning, while I couldn’t immediately discern differences in their artwork, I was deeply engaged with surface texture, forms, colors, perspectives and subtle nuances that gradually revealed themselves upon closer observation. Surrounded by the refined elegance of the Park Avenue Armory, the room itself delivered a juxtaposition of raw and contemporary elements in a delicate balance of harmony and stillness. 

Two independent artists who share similarities, evoked the spirit of their works. Can you discover their similarities and differences? 

I wandered the city, the sound of rainfall surrounding me, those artworks echoed endlessly in my mind, a unique sense with the spirit of the art world.

A deep appreciation of rare old-master paintings at Sotheby’s  

An impressive Pointillist style painting “Jeune femme faisant du crochet” by Belgian neo-impressionist painter Georges Lemmen (1865-1916) draws me in deeply, with the juxtaposition of thousands of tiny dots of color on canvas, allowing the hues to blend optically and create a mesmerizing visual experience. This technique not only showcases his technical skill but infuses the work with a vibrant energy and the spirit of movement. Lemmen precisely captured his sister Julie’s focused crochet work, conveying the intimacy of the domestic sphere and rendering a portrait that is both striking and personal.

This painting evoked memories of my grandma through its intricate crochet-like character work. 

I engaged with two paintings by Fauvist painters and close friends: Albert Marquet(1875-1947) and Henri Charles Manguin(1874-1949), discovering both their individual artistic journey and shared stylistic traits through spontaneous brushstrokes and vibrant color palettes, and their lasting legacy. It gave me a chance to gain learn more of Fauvism. 

I was deeply drawn to “Le Modele lisant ou Nu a la cheminee” by French Painter Albert Marque. 
Still-life painting “Chrysanthemes et fruits” by Henri Charles Manguin, embracing Fauvism. 

The collecting journey of European art collection from Jordan and Thomas A. Saunders III, exploring a treasure trove of prominent Old Masters – from Peter Paul Rubens and Francesco Guardi to Frans Post and Frans Hals, was worth lingering, too. I was learning art history and individual artists’ contributions to different aspects of art at the same time. 

Through Francesco Guardi’s view, I saw Venice come alive with its impressive architecture and charming atmosphere, with the sky and water glowing in harmony, such a stunning piece of art. 

I was obsessed with the painting “Man Writing by an easel in an Artist’s Studio” by Dutch Golden Age painter Gerrit Dou (1613-1675). It depicts an elderly man sitting before an easel, absorbed in writing within a large folio, the light illuminating his figure, while deep shadows envelop the surrounding recesses. I was captivated by Dou’s delicate rendering of the man’s face, contrasted with the rich, textured strokes used to depict the floorboards, the jade-green tablecloth, elegant lighting, and other objects, creating a striking visual balance. 

Observing each detail in this painting was a truly delightful experience. 

Art unveils the infinite   

Inspired by artist brother Diego and created at the height of the Cold War, the Swiss sculptor Alberto Giacometti’s (1901- 1966) masterpiece “Grande tete mince” stands as one of the defining and rare achievements of modern sculpture, taking center stage in the room. I walked along the full circle, each side revealed a new surprise, from the richly hand-painted surface to its knife-blade-like form, shaped with a palette of blacks, browns and grays that amplified its emotional intensity of the void, shaped by the artist’s own hands. 

The power of art lies not only in the sophistication of work, but also in the extraordinary spiritual experience delivers for the audience: How we see, how we’re seen, and how we connect with it. It invited me to carefully discover the unique nature of each gouge in the surface upon close inspection, then immediately step further away to see its haunting expression. Like many pieces of art, this work is best felt rather than described. It powerfully echoes Giacometti’s own words: “If I look at you from the front, I forget the profile. If I look at you in profile, I forget the front view.”

One of the most powerful post-war bronzes by sculptor Alberto Giacometti. 

Another rare and amazing object I saw is American architect Frank LIoyd Wright’s Double-Pedestal Lamp, which sold for $7.5 million, breaking Sotheby’s auction record for works by the architect on May 13, 2025. It was designed in 1903 for the Susan Lawrence Dana house.

Composed of colored opalescent and translucent glass, the shade features abstract geometric patterns and a stylized sumac motif, rendered in tons of gold, amber and mossy green. The most amazing visual experience was the opalescent glass shifts from warm amber to iridescent turquoise depending on how the light hits it from where I am standing, creating a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of color and light. Indeed, it conveys a depth of dialogue between nature, iconic design, cultural heritage and interactivity to me. 

I took a closer for the lights to uncover its seemingly elegant forms and aesthetic movements, from base to beam.

I’ve been fascinated by Surrealist paintings, such as British-Mexican artist Leonora Carrington (1917-2011). This time, I discovered the whimsical world of Spanish-Mexican artist Remedios Varo (1909—1963), created with a ghostly figure wearing a pea-green formal suit, posed like a dancer at the threshold transiting between presence and absence, where playful characters meet introspection in a uniquely surreal universe. The tiny detail in the painting caught my attention: a black color umbrella, few hooks hang on the closet, the vintage wooden floor, a thick hanging curtain bearing mystical ghostly faces that seem to emerge from the folds. 

I wonder what world awaits this ghostly character’s world behind the curtain. Is he or she escaping from reality into a surreal dimension? What is the artistic symbolism behind each object? Is it transformative? Perhaps that is why surrealist painting fascinates me – it always invites me to step into the artist’s imaginative world. 

I was transported to a surreal world through the scene in the painting “Ritos extranos.”

My artistic perspective is expanding through discovering the diverse artists’ echo and reverberation worldwide, the constant mercurial tension between old and new, tradition and modernist that keeps art alive, constantly evolving and moving forward beyond itself. 

I would say, all art is in dream, representation, translation, reflection, and fulfillment, more than meet the eyes. 

Now, I am heading to the New World! Stay Tuned. 

The Architectural Shelter Adventure

My scene transitioned from unusual Joshua Trees to the awe-inspiring giant Saguaro on the high desert, along with the strong sun and wind. I wanted to discover the architectural creation that is settled somewhere, composed with functional structure from the ceiling to the floor, embracing nature, arts and each other and crafting all the furniture and décor for the interiors, as a striking original “shelter” ode to desert space. 

Wright’s shelter on the desert

Taliesin West by American architect Frank Lloyd Wright in Scottsdale, Arizona is hard to miss. Its impressive exterior form is impeccably composed and embedded within its natural surroundings, including cantilever roofs, low level planes, wide windows and an open floor plan, reflecting an architecture native to “Prairie style”. 

Taliesin West in Arizona. 

I could see a series of wood framed structures clad in white canvas and set above massive stone and concrete walls. The mixture of concrete and stone is not only native to its site, but forms an integral connection to the ground. The canvas roof stretched below the beams and forms a translucent ceiling that glows in the sunlight. 

Redwood formwork was used to position the flat faces of the stones outward, with gaps filled with concrete to form the stone walls and structure. 

When I stepped inside, the cooling feeling came immediately, like having a protective shelter, even with the intense desert sun outside. The design draws deep inspiration from his desert camp, blending seamlessly into the vast Arizona landscape, with abstract and dramatic rock formations set against stunning and colorful skies. 

I sat at the elegant red chair; the wide glass doors opened interior to exterior. Wow! The view was mesmerizing: the lines, light and shadow undulating in harmony, a breathing fusion of nature and design. I expect the summer sun would be blocked by the “shelter” perfectly, it largely preserves the qualities of the tent like structure, in tune with the rhythms of the earth.  

I captured every aspect of design and detail in his shelter, a collection of art, artifacts, furnishings and prototypes. 
I glimpsed into Wright’s aesthetics in furniture, reflecting the color palette of the era. 

The canvas roofing system and Usonian flat roof is a series of horizontal planes, reaching into the desert, and breaking down the interior spatial definition. The rich red hue from the redwood, combined with the earthy, sandy hues from the concrete and the stone creates a deep connection between the house and landscape, giving a sense of relieve from the heat, a fresh feel in the desert. 

It is not just one building but a collection of interconnected spaces, seamlessly linked by terraces, studios, gardens and pools. 
I walked into a true functional shelter, one that goes beyond mere walls and a roof, feeling the natural ventilation providing shade from the harsh desert sun.

I captured Wright’s design vision, where natural surroundings and efficient use of materials are integral components. It is minimal and void of clutter, embodying architecture in harmony with nature. 

The Architectural Vision of Paolo Soleri

I took a long drive to explore Arcosanti (An Urban Laboratory) by Italian-born architect Paolo Soleri, blending architecture and ecology as two parts of the same entity, emphasizing people’s connection to each other in the community and to nature. As I entered the space, the handcrafted ceramics and bronze wind bells and the beautiful melody greeted me. 

My eyes were drawn to the structure in concrete, glass, and steel that could last for generations with minimal maintenance. I looked closer at the concrete. Wow! Its texture and smoothness impressed me, even after more than 50 years, they still look so “fresh”. Whether it is natural materials in gray ash, silt or artificial materials in glass, steel, wood and concrete, under the desert’s sunlight and air, they are integrated into the whole, showing their own structural symbolism, the philosophy of its science and building reflected in the structure. I have caught Soleri’s vision. 

I glimpsed into the canyon through large circular window design at Arcosanti, Arizona. 
Arcosanti takes inspiration from indigenous cliff dwellings, using sustainable materials to blend cities with nature. 
The subtle details on the concrete wall impressed me. 

The strong sunlight reflects on the concrete walls. “The depth of the room is predicated on sun angles”, our architectural tour guide told us, “In winter, the sunlight reaches all the way inside.” It brings efficiency and environmental intelligence to the structures of human life. It is a true functional shelter also. 

I loved to observe the structure of large circular windows integrated into the concrete walls. 
The roof designs admit the maximum amount of sunlight in the winter and a minimal amount during the summer.
I noticed the temperature drop as I went down to the bottom of Crafts III, the bedrock peeking through the concrete. 

I kept walking and observing each subtle detail, the wind caressed my hair along with the strong sun, as outside bending trees and a ceramic bells performance whispered to my ears, connecting the footprint of Arcosanti, Soleri’s architectural dream and glimpsing into the future of sustainable living and beyond. This place was intended for living, farming, working, entertaining and as art studios, all within proximity to one another, thus eliminating the need of vehicles, in turn minimizing the human impact on the environment.

This might be the reason I loved this place: it was built entirely by workshoppers and volunteers. Until now, current residents, students, volunteers and visitors live in multi-use space and around this communal hub. Architecture and nature met, along with soul, the lifestyle I always pursue. 

The view of bronze foundry. The structure of the apse resembles quarter-sphere hollows of Romanesque cathedrals where the center gives way to side chapels.
Overlooking the open landscape at the Vaults, something special came to me, a bold fusion of architecture and nature. 

Nestled in the heart of the design is Arcosanti as it is today. Soleri’s vision continues. The project may never be completed, but its incomplete form still showcases the ideas and dream of arcology as a living example. We might find inspiration from his arcology philosophy.

Due to the long distances between each architectural shelter I wanted to visit, it took me three or more hours to drive. Thanks to these long drives, I had a chance to witness the beautiful Arizona colored sky from dawn to dark, the magnificent desert landscape, an intense dust storm, and to feel tiredness. This was one special part of my experience on this road trip. 

I experienced a dust storm when I headed back to Tucson. 

A journey through time: Historic Wigwam Motel 

Did you know where the inspiration came from for the iconic Disney Pixar’s Cars? Did you know the design for “Sally’s Cozy Cone Motel” is based on the distinctive Wigwam Motel on Route 66? 

I traveled further away to explore historic Wigwam Motel (another unique shelter) located in Holbrook, Arizona, which transported me back in time – back-road explorers time, creating an authentic road trip memory.  The motel owner was inspired by the original Wigwam Village designed by Frank A. Redford in 1937, a pioneer in shaping the Great American roadside, figuring out how to get people out of their cars and into motel rooms. 

When I saw Wigwam Village’s white teepees and distinct neon sign “Sleep and Eat in a Wigwam” at the dark, my tiredness was forgotten.

I strolled through the meticulously preserved Wigwam Motel grounds, took a glimpse at its unique Wigwam-shaped structures and vintage-colored cars display in front of the Wigwam’s teepees, sensed the classic charm and intact spirit that it inspired. 

Each concrete and steel teepee rests on a base with a diameter of 14 feet, rising to 32 feet. But the rooms inside are more spacious than they look from the outside. 

A vivid picture of my teepee remains deep in my memory: all featuring the original handmade hickory furnishings, back to 1950s, from bed sheets to desk lamp; a desk and chair in the center; a TV on the wall; a tiny shower stall on the curved walls; a very noisy old air conditioning and heater, they are very basic and rustic, but functional enough.

I could clearly hear the trains passing on the tracks out back. Despite the noise, I still slept deeply. Staying at the Wigwam Motel, I experienced a journey through time, back to the nostalgia of a bygone era, a testament of simple pleasure and architectural shelter charm.

I was roaming in the simple atmosphere, even if it is not fancy. 

The Giant Saguaro

I drove through the scenic Kenny Road to Saguaro National Park over the Sonoran Desert, Tucson, through those diverse desert plants, as I got close to the awe-inspiring saguaros and witnessed stunning sunsets that paint the sky in hues of orange and pink. My heart was overwhelmed by its wonderful grandeur that even now is unforgettable.

“The world offers itself to your imagination.” – Mary Oliver 

Most profound were the enormous cacti inviting me to slow down, enjoying their company in the strong sun, even as I was in a little bit of a rush to drive around 411 miles back to Nevada. The air was still, my mind became quiet, I took pause to soak up the endless abyss of Saguaros and mountain views and sunshine, to discover each unique shape of Saguaros, to respect these majestic giants which live hundreds of years. Oh! Saguaros are ancient storytellers inscribing their tales into the stars; Saguaros have spines; and you are each sharp and timeless! 

I met the giant saguaro. 
Slowing down to appreciate something profoundly rooted in the essence of the earth. 

The End

As the sun set, I gazed through the front windshield of the car, to the vast mountains far away, with sparse grass on both sides of the road. I saw those unusual resilient Joshua Trees again – back to the beginning of the trip. The road did not merely take me to a new destination, it took me inward. The last road near the end of my trip, I know I bring something back home: dream, architectural inspiration, big sky, art, design, memories, tiredness and courage… (of course, the desert hat).

Am I at the beginning or the end of my journey? Maybe both. 

My Outer Space Adventure

“In spite of the odds, I am glad you found me”. 

I was on the dirt road under strong sun on the high desert world. Those unpaved roads that vanish into the horizon, in the middle of nowhere, leading me to somewhere: the infinite universe, whispering of an intimate outer space adventure and dream under a kaleidoscope sky.

I traveled further from home, till out of this world. 

The mystical allure of Mars 

It took me to approach Mars. St., landed on the Red Planet: Mars – no place for the faint-hearted – is dry, rocky, dusty and cold. It was very hard to find anything on Mars, only the wilderness and me, lived and survived, giving the sense of a journey in space and time, and beyond: a day on Mars is 24 hours and 37 minutes, a year on Mars is 687 Earth days; Gravity is much different on Mars than Earth, a human can jump three times higher; Mars has two moons: Phobos and Deimos.

Embarking on Celestial District, landed on Mars.
Ultimate Mars Dream. 

My perspective changes being on Mars: from dawn to dusk, from big sky to tiny glowing stars, from inside to outside, from stillness to movement, from hot to chill, from limited to infinite. The Planet is bathed in warm light and lengthening shadows, coaxing the imagination, a land fit for gnomes and trolls. I gazed out from its huge round surface, the horizon line converging into infinity, faded away slowly, till reimagined. 

When the dawn light gently hits Mars, it deeply inspired me. 

The spacetime was wild. I experienced a small amount of time dilation, shifting through time at a different pace than everything else around me. I ran and jumped, exploring the unknown tiny rocks stood there, as if a compass were leading me forward. Its unique tan, golden and brown color, and boundless natural beauty unfolds for a transformative and precise reflection within. 

My lens on Mars. 

The Mars’ celestial charm with vinyl records (small orbits) in harmony, pushed me to another dimension and effortlessly merged into a joyful melody, singing to my mind. 

The art forms appear on Mars.  

The inspiring and thoughtful illustrations invited me to embrace it deeply, my emotion kept moving as I flipped through each page, my curious and adventurous spirit was awoken, day and night, not knowing my exact position as the sky began to darken. I met Sun, Moon, I nod grateful and mystical of Mars itself. I can’t take my eyes off those countless glowing stars, I saw and found the most unique Magic! 

Its rays and the scorching heat shine to my heart, as if each thrum resonates with the searing power within.  
It resonates deeply with my heart. 

The magnetic energy radiating out: the Healing 

I had spontaneous stops and sights along the way, traveling in outer space. Like a magnet, I kept getting drawn back to this weird planet, featuring thousands of huge and slow-growing Yucca plants, with its twisted, spiky limbs reaching skyward, and extraordinary rock formations, looking like something out of a dream, full of resilience and wonder in the vast landscape. 

Those unusual shapes of trees reminded Mormon settlers in the mid 1800s of the Bible story in which Joshua reaches his hands up to the sky in prayer. Joshua 8:18-26

Time truly revolves around the sun here. Slowing down to stare at the awe-inspiring powerful energy vortexes of those “trees”, the healing came. It was one of those moments I always find words impossible to describe, only can feel it, spiritual and surreal. I stood under unique “trees” around a strong wind on this empty planet, to find and surface our reserves of energy hidden deep within, to feel rejuvenation and introspection. 

It is not a place; it is about the feeling. 

The perspective of an Alien on another planet 

The mysterious alien spaceship (The Dome) took me to land on another planet I had never been. I opened a yellow color door to see another small world, wandering through this other-worldly wilderness and endless surprises. The custom-made wall art and in a floor planter greeted me. My eyes were drawn to the sitting area filled with a sofa and pillows with bohemian wall art and accessories along the sunlight, the shadow around the cactus and plants made it special. 

An Alien’s “Shelter” on another planet. 
I wrote my response to the universe calling on the chalkboard, leaving a precious memory. 
A big palmistry hand adds magic and whimsy to this unique oasis. 

I climbed up to the loft and took a glimpse into aliens’ life and their great visual eye out of this world, day and night. There are five skylights on the top of the dome, the clear panes of the skylights let light in while offering the perfect looking glass for the clear blue sky, creating a deeper connection between indoors and outdoors. I stepped outside, into nature, in the course of movements through the dome.

Aliens’ eyes to see the whimsy world, for interstellar travel.

On this planet, there were no humans to talk to, only aliens whispering to me. I felt a longing for it, as if the self which belongs to me wanted to surrender its existence and become one with it.  

You are a star 

The wind guides me where I belong, a planetary astronomy journey.

At this scale, Earth is a speck of sand, each step taken equal to 20 million miles through our solar system. I was traveling faster than the speed of light, till our intertwining souls met in the vast cosmos. 

In the night sky, it is very hard to miss Venus, you are the brightest; I saw you! You are slipping closer to the sun as it makes its orbit. Its crescent phase getting ever thinner until it finds its way in front of the sun, a new Venus. From Mercury to Saturn, celestial bodies move across the darkness, unfolding before me. 

The Milky way is pretty, that feeling of being limitless. 

I was amazed by the breathtaking Horsehead Nebula, capturing its intricate shapes and contrast star formation. It reminds of the detailed beauty that hides within the interstellar clouds, the new layers of glowing gas and dust that make the nebula such a stellar spectacle. 

The level of detail in the nebula is truly mesmerizing. 

I captured the breathtaking Whirlpool Galaxy, a stunning spiral locked in a gravitational dance with its companion, NGC5195. Located 31 million light-years away, this celestial masterpiece is home to star forming regions and a supermassive black hole at its core. 

One of the most amazing objects I saw. 
I met you, Baby Yoda, in the starry night! 

As I explore the cosmos, I am reminded that we are part of something far greater, the life of the stars and the secrets of these fascinating galaxies millions of light years away. Everything is connected: Earth, Sky and beyond, all woven together in an intricate dance of existence, each whispering its story across time and space. It is about faith and wonder. 

You are a star. Do you find me?  

The Art house at the outer space 

The wind caressed my hair along with the strong sun, as outside bending tress dance shadows over my face. My skin grew dry and I unwound myself. The bumpy dirt road continued to lead me discovering art and music in outer space, without end. 

I wondered what secret was waiting for me behind those pink walls. 

I was deeply drawn to its unique and modern aesthetic and understated atmosphere, natural materials, humble and exquisite objects alike came together to create what I define as “harmonious living”, breathing an air of calmness and respect. 

I sat at the long wood table, dreaming along with stunning views of mountains and desert. 

The sunlight kisses every corner. Art connects us in this wilderness space. The original photographic artworks interpret the personal stories that I can’t find the words for, subverting the formal visual language of traditional painting and advertising, but the unspeakable becomes tangible in a way that is both gentle and strong. Perhaps the art and soul and holding it all together for us, speak of stories untold waiting to be drawn out by the innermost fancy of the observer, it is the relationship I find interesting and soulful. I held still to find the inspiration; I saw all the marvels of creation. 

The photographs taken by artist Richelle Rich, with her meticulously curated furnishings, evoked my emotional instinct. 
I took a glimpse to her inner world with curiosity. 

I run on the vastness land in the dark, listening to heartbeat with swing melody of wind blowing through the trees, experiencing a feeling of freedom, the anticipation of what lies ahead, and becoming one with Mother Nature. It is not a lonely planet.  

To be hunting for something of myself out there, I always gaze the unpaved road, till the immense horizon disappears, wondering where it takes me. 

The Space Journey continues

The dirt beneath the wheels behind me, as I left celestial objects slowly, transitioning to the dark tarmac of the paved road, returning to the normal path, like living in an epic dream, rooted in both the child and the adult within. The space journey was a mesmerizing experience that would etch an indelible memory for me, immune to the ravages of time. 

Oh! The universe is within, an amazing outer space adventure, a gift filled with hope and wonder, fueling my endless curiosity, resilience, and faith for what lies ahead.

“In Spite of the odds, I’m glad you found me.” 

“Same!”

Notes: I selected Joshua Tree at California State, where the Mojave Desert ecosystem meets the Colorado Deserts ecosystem. It is a truly magic place, it feels as if you are on another planet, out of this world, as my outer space adventure creative inspiration. This is my third time at Joshua Tree. I know I will return again and again. Those endless dirt roads always are one of most beautiful memories for me, evoking a sense of adventure and limitless possibilities, they promise the freedom of legends and the romance of poets, or anything you can imagine. May the high desert replenish your soul, and may you be inspired to transmit your gifts to others.

Art is culture; Art is discovery

The open windows in a cozy cabin like a mirror, reflecting those art scenes… 

I was stuck in traffic, I was in the warmer climes, my toes sunk into the soft beach. 

Art has the unique ability to inspire, transform and connect us all. Artists create beauty, visualize dreams and give us new ways of thinking. The aesthetic sensibility and juxtaposition take me to return Miami Art Week 2024. This time around, I have a better understanding of art and life itself. 

Discovering rising artists creating boundary pushing works 

One of the highlight artworks to me at the New Art Dealers Alliance Fair (NADA) was London-based Annka Kultys Gallery’s presentation of Swedish conceptual artist Jonas Lund, who was selling work that didn’t even exist. Termed “Jonas Lund Token (JLT) Futures”, it builds on the Jonas Lund Token (JLT) project initiated in 2018 by the artist, which serves as a distributed and decentralized stewardship of his creative practice.

JLT is a forward contract that enables you to bet on the future value of artist Jonas Lund’s works.

I looked closer to see his “Token Futures”, with each document indexing a unique agreement between artist and collector; details including the materials, dimensions, and uniqueness of the edition are clearly delineated. Its inspiration was from the artist, who as a new father, wants to spend more time with his baby and be a present dad. On the Future Contract expiry date, the Contract transforms into a physical Jonas Lund artwork, allowing you to invest in the artist’s career and take a risk on his rising value, while also giving him the opportunity to be present for his family. The conceptual works delicately balanced humor and seriousness in its exploration of the benefits and potential downsides of new advances.  

It is a wild and brilliant way to invest in both art and the future. 
 

A visual adventure celebrating each part with the tiniest details captivating me was TD Bank curated sector Gisela Projects, featuring artist Marina Sader. At first glance, its juxtaposition appears in routine and pastime, as games to picnics and everyday life blends in a variety of ways; then the patterns, repetitions and visual logic are shown on plants that grow on playing cards and on small people that share space with colorful chess pieces on board games and fountain. 

364 days later, 2023, Marina Sader. 

Artist Marina Sader’s painting “Castle, 2023” incorporates the mysteries that inhabit the predictability of geometry. I could image every castle of cards must be knocked down at the end, then to evocate rebuilding, similar to balancing fragility and resilience in unpredictable forms.

Castle, 2023, Marina Sader. 

Cultural translation and juxtaposition in artistic practices 

This is my second Basel. This year’s edition highlights fresh perspectives with new leadership and an influx of first-time exhibitors, shaping a deeper culture exchange through modern master and experimental contemporary pieces in innovative ways. Compared to last year, I was more obsessed with large-scale projects in the Meridians sector. 

My eyes were fixed in front of a tropical hand-embroidered tapestry of love, nature and identity – La Familia en el Alegre Verdor (2013-2019), beautifully intertwines magical realism with contemporary family values by Argentinian artists duo Chiachio & Giannone presented by Ruth Benzacar gallery. 

I immersed myself in the tapestry, observing each detail of it, from left to right, down to up, repeatedly, with a new perspective and sense. The artists bring the tapestry traditions of Europe but create something new inspired by the lush South American jungle, full of tropical creatures adorned with colorful necklaces and other human ornaments. At the same time, they bring family portrait wearable influenced by native culture to the center. It adds a degree of warmth, depth and connection with creativity, timeless and culture, inviting me to reflect on the harmony between humanity and nature. 

Inspired by the intricate beauty of 16-century French tapestries and the whimsical charm of Henri Rousseau’s naïve paintings, this masterpiece captures their signature artistry. 
 

One standout moment occurred in the same space, a four-meter-high large white whirlpool of “Goya” crafted by American sculptor Alice Aycock, like an unannounced gust of wind, sharply juxtaposed by the nearly six-meter-tall stillness figure, clad in a jester’s blue diamond-patterned outfit, rests atop a pedestal, created by Paris-born, Brussels-based multidisciplinary artist Anastasia Bay. 

Left: The turbulence crafted by Alice Aycock, presented by Galerie Thomas Schulte; Right: Anastasia Bay, Maestra Lacrymae, Acte V, 2024, presented by Venus Over Manhattan. 

This juxtaposition is shifting from the mobility to stillness, chaos to peace, echoing the myth and reality in the contemporary landscape. 

Another highlight of large-scale works was “Seeding”, a wooden sculpture about 6.5 feet long, painted in acrylic, by the Japanese artist Yuichi Hirako. A color-splashed smorgasbord of birds, plants, animals, and a few humanlike and treelike images sit aboard a boat, seemingly bound for somewhere. 

It is like a vessel filled with some characters and animals gently on their adventurous journey, destination unknown. 

I discovered Hirako’s drawings and paintings feature figures with tree for heads that sprout deer antlers from its sides, the surroundings overgrown with plants, conveying the relationship between humans and nature, between ideas of the wild and the cultivated, of the rational and the non-rational, juxtaposed of art-historical and cultural references from both the West and East.

I found those unique symbols and answers from his artistic language. 
Lost in Thought 222. 2024, Yuichi Hirako.

I was invited to a stunning painting of reflection on life’s journey – Pathways (2024), a masterful interplay of ink, paint, plaster and collaged posters sourced from the artist Jose Parla, who was raised between the mainland United States and Puerto Rico, evoking themes of immigration, adaptation through expressive gestures and abstract marks that resonate with historical and geographical narratives.

Each outline is a story, each brushstroke a step toward understanding the balance between belonging and becoming. 

I caught a glimpse of his first solo museum exhibition “Homecoming” at Perez Art Museum Miami (PAMM) too. I was transported to a diverse cultural world, to navigate the layered experiences in his bold and vulgar “rhythm”, connecting his Cuban-inspired records, of movement, freedom, hope, memories, in both old and new. 

What do you see and feel in his painting? I find a connection from his roots. 

I can’t take off my eyes from two still-life paintings of humble everyday objects in an American painter Wayne Thiebaud ‘s singular illustrative style – Hat and Tie, 1973 and Shopper, 2015/2020, his vibrant color, the piercing clarity of his light and the confidence of his brushstrokes, by way of his profound engagement with the history of art.

Left: Hat and Tie, 1973; Right: Shopper, 2015/2020, Wayne Thiebaud

Obviously, his small objects sharply contrast with the grand gestures of Abstract Expressionism. It might be one reason that I am so obsessed with his humble objects among those pioneering artists. Now I spend time looking at his paintings again and they unfold like a motion picture, always inviting me to see his world ascend to a profound height. I think it is the essence of art and life. 

The sculpture Teresa Solar Abboud by artist and the gallery Travesia Cuatro is worth lingering. It is composed of slick, blade-like foam coated resin elements that emanate outward from the pores of a muddy and gray ceramic stump, reflecting fiction and materiality, appealing to a contemporary, fragmentary, and constantly moving subject. 

Graceful, floating, flowing forms, impressive! 
Alvaro Urbano’s artwork Tableau Vivant highlights the themes of ruins; half-eaten apples lie on the ground as if they were bitten just a few minutes ago and adds an imaginary environment.  

I also discovered some unfamiliar artists and their artworks at the fair, such as artist Alex Da Corte, Love is Radical, 2024 and Love is on the line, 2024 at booth Sadie Coles HQ London; Thoughts from the beach 2023 by artist Jeppe Hein (Fun fact: the sand in the pot was actually from Miami Beach) at Galleri Nicolai Wallner; On the shore ,2024 by Kelly Beeman at Perrotin Gallery, etc. 

Love is Radical, 2024; Love is on the line, 2024, Alex Da Corte
Thoughts from the beach 2023, Jeppe Hein 
On the shore,2024,  Kelly Beeman 

Otherworldly and Delightful Designs 

Inside the fantastical world of the Haas Brothers, a Los Angeles-based creative duo led by twins Simon and Nikolai Haas, texture, color, and whimsy are fodder for objects that deftly blur the line between art and design, offering a deeply personal reflection on family. Each figure body is candy-colored glass and cartoonishly anthropomorphic, with bugged-out eyes on long stalks, eyelashes, lips, or a pair of breasts. It carries its own emotion: sleepy, libidinous, surprised etc. I always glimpse their ridiculous, hilarious, naughty, but heartfelt work, a testament to the artists’ inventive and whimsical inner visions and beyond. 

I can feel the sun now.
They elevate the technique to the realm of high design, incorporating a whimsical snail motif that gives a nod to their appreciation for slow, meticulous processes and their continuous innovation of traditional and contemporary craft. @Design Miami 2024

One of my admirable French designers and architects Charles Zana (AD100 2025)’s work “Chois Oak Two Lamp” displayed at Design Miami 2024 show, creating with an exclusive and modern mood that is a nod to classic French traditions. 

It blends harmoniously with the present and breathes a light, timeless atmosphere into this ensemble of measured eclecticism. Designed by Charles Zana.  

Designer Zana naturally uses his builder’s sense of scale and precise proportions in the furniture he designs and crafts. His unique and bespoke designs inherently evoke an aura of cultured sophistication and aesthete first, then the aesthete takes over with bold associations and elegant and fluidity lines, without being a prisoner to it. He imbues cultural objects with a sense of storytelling and animism within a space, he conveys a similar energy, whereby the resultant works can be seen as an homage. 

I had an opportunity to witness his project at Yann Couvreur Café at the art district of Wynwood. It perfectly blends design and sweet delicacy. 

The edge of open-ended artistic experiment

An impressive solo exhibition was the rising Los Angeles-based painter Lucy Bull: The Garden of Forking Paths draws me in deeply, a free and energetic gestural style with rich texture and seriality and vivid colors integrated on canvas. She uses color almost like visual bait, my eyes traveled and got lost in her paintings, were drawn into the atmospheric spaces of her compositions before encountering a seemingly limitless number of associative openings, transforming between the macroscopic and the microscopic landscape. 

Her painting elevates our awareness of looking, with optical overload and disruptive dissonance, shifting typical perception into a heightened and hypersensitive state. 

Art adventure continues… 

I discover it is beyond predicting. 

Sources of inspiration needn’t necessarily be the biggest names, but rather those which strike a chord on a personal level, whose aesthetic choices might open one’s eyes to new styles, colors, textures, structure, and even ways of displaying, or juxtaposing works of art and design from different periods. 

In essence, the intersection of culture, intellect, history, experience, and art became a blueprint for my entire way of life, my philosophy of collecting, and the basis for the way in which I understand and appreciate all areas of architecture and design, I believe, in terms of day to day life, the art of living well was an all-encompassing, far-reaching concept, extending far beyond inanimate spaces and objects, to art, education, manners and so forth.

A mirror reflection of her portrait echoes the art of living, also open-ended, it is in the very being.