[ 展覧会のお知らせ ]
EMI SHIRATORI 2020-2023 SOLO EXHIBITION
at THE ROYAL CANVAS Fukuoka Nakasu
11月1日(水)より、福岡市博多区の ザ ロイヤルパーク キャンバス 福岡中洲 にて、展覧会を行います。会期は2024年1月31日までの予定。8月に札幌の ザ ロイヤルパーク キャンバス 札幌大通公園 で展示したサーフィンをモチーフの他、バレエシリーズのグラフィックを展示いたします。全作販売可能(額装込み)です。是非、ご高覧ください。
<日時> 2023年11月1日〜2024年1月31日
<会場> ザ ロイヤルパーク キャンバス 福岡中洲 ギャラリースペース “The Gallery of Art Haven” (福岡市博多区中洲5-6-20)
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[ Exhibition Notice ]
EMI SHIRATORI 2020-2023 SOLO EXHIBITION / at THE ROYAL CANVAS Fukuoka Nakasu “The Gallery of Art Haven” (〒810-0801 5-6-20 Nakasu, Hakata-ku, Fukuoka) / Nov. 1st, 2023 to Jan. 31st, 2024
Astris Nezryn Li. A. A. A. Astris Astris Astris. A student. A student. An A student. Astris. A.
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I wanted to scream. A scream is an A. A is a scream. A scream. A person. What am I?
A scream welled up inside me, desperate for release. A scream, like the 'A' grade I relentlessly pursued. A scream that embodied my identity, my worth. Who was I?
“Ms Li, we’re here.” 3 years. 3 years of coming to this school. And every year it has remained unchanged—the same old gate, the same cobblestone and the same line of butlers to take your things. Unchanged. Uniformed. Conforming.
“女儿啊... 好好读书... Good luck with your O levels.” My parents never came to see me. All they wanted to see was “A”. Maybe that’s why they called me “Astris”. A*. Asterix. It sounded the same to my parents whose first language wasn’t English.
It was the same routine. The butlers would move my things into my dorm and I would spend the rest of the day revising for the first lesson the next day. But today was different. He was here. Zeng Liwei. Zeng Liwei who dethroned me in the rankings last year. Zeng Liwei and his smug smile. How could he just stand there smirking at me? How could he?
“Li.”
“Not in the mood, Zeng.”
“I was just greeting you.” His Chinese accent resonated strongly, his attempts to conceal it were amusing.
“As I’ve said. Not in the mood.”
An idiot. He was an idiot. A sudden pressure on my back shocked me as somebody’s hands covered my eyes.
“Guess who!”
“I missed you too, Zel.”
Zelmira Frances. The smartest girl in our school. She was so smart that she was untouchable. For three years, she had claimed the top spot in every subject, achieving perfect scores effortlessly. Dedicated, unwavering, unbreakable. Her once cascading tawny locks had been transformed into a stylish bob, and her mossy green eyes remained as enchanting as ever, drawing me in just as warmly as her embrace.
“Long time no see, Astris.” Rhory was here too. It made sense. Both Liwei and Zelmira were here. His best friend and his crush. The Honourable Rhory Byrnes, Zeng Liwei and the ‘love of his life’, Zelmira Frances.
I’m joking. Rhory was my best friend. We’d known each other for the longest time. My mother had friends in Ireland, and by chance, one of them became Rhory's stepmother. During my formative years in Greece, he was my steadfast companion. We bonded over our shared love for ice hockey, though I eventually moved on to fencing while he remained devoted to the sport. When I returned to China, we believed we would never see each other again. Then fate intervened, enrolling us both in this boarding school.
See the rest on @/dysophien on wattpad :O
Paid my tribute to Grime and what da East London man did on behalf of South London (yes that’s the keyboard use to make da “That’s Not Me” instrumental😭) and was heavily inspired by the Grime Exhibition at the Museum of London - now back to work cos da South got suttin say too! 🫡 #museum #exhibition #grimeexhibition #grime #grimemusic #museumoflondon #gallery #exposition #comtemporaryart #comtemporary (at Museum of London) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clwoj9LsJBl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=