Seeing Art
See Art, Make Art, Own Art, Be Art.
Lucky is an understatement. Here I am drinking my tea while looking over the art pieces from SG Art Week 2026. And I realised that in my little lifetime, my eyes have been blessed my beautiful masterpieces. The Night Watch by Rembrandt van Rijn and Girl With a Pearl Earring by Vermeer when I lived in The Netherlands and spend weekends roaming museums in random cities of the week. Mona Lisa at the Louvre, Dance at Le Moulin De La Galette at d’Orsay and Theodore Earl Butler at Giverny during the camping road trip from Paris to Bretagne and Deauville in summer. A historical art journey to Rome and Vatican City with a passionate guide and then with a friend with PhD in art history. Free entry to MOMA on a friday night. Free tickets to the MET. Endless strolls along Uffizi every time I am back in Florence. Weekends in the National Gallery when I lived in the UK. I was waiting for my train and spent the whole morning in Belvedere.
You see, I was never intentional in searching for a specific art piece to see. I simply chanced upon The Last Supper, The Birth of Venus or Les Demoiselles d’Avignon simply because I was there. Sometimes life is just about showing up. To visit the world, to expand one’s horizon, to feast one’s eyes on beautiful things. I learnt about art simply by seeing and experiencing. As a matter of fact, I was never one who appreciated art when I was younger — for I think life was better when it’s practical and efficient. I soon learnt the errors in my ways and appreciate things that make you feel where words fail.
It has to be a tragedy for one to not indulge one’s eyes in art at least once a month.
Thus, I began a journey to See Art, Make Art, Own Art, Be Art.
It started with seeing art, as discussed. Then you realised art is a medium where none else works, you begin in making art — watercolour, flower arrangement, designing my home space. Owning art is next in line where one owns beautiful tableware, art that speaks beyond words, the craft of a master in material form. Owning art that speaks about or to oneself beyond language. That is what fine porcelain does for me. And lastly, it is to be art. Art is the highest form of beauty. And to be art is to be a form where beauty transcends words and moves towards emotions. Vibes, perhaps, a better term for the younger generation.
That looks like the way one shows up in outfit, how one moves, what one uses in daily meals, the little things like the smell of fresh flowers in the morning or the flickering of candlelight by the table. It is all good.
Very lucky.
Love,
L