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EXPERIENCING VIETNAM

  • EXPERIENCING VIETNAM
    Exploring the Lifestyle of My New Home
    & Creating A New Process: Exploring Its Successes
  • I exited the plane and walked through the Hanoi airport. One Caucasian, five footnine, bright blonde haired girl towering over a sea of Vietnamese people, was,apparently, quite the sight to see. Every single eye in the room was staringdirectly at me without concern of appearing rude. I followed the flow ofpeople, past a sign that said “Baggage Direction Follow”. I came to a halt at a crowded mob ofpushy people. Small hands clawed at my sides in attempts to get ahead of me inthe pack. Everyone was pushing one another, constantly trying to get ahead ofthe next person, but in an almost casual manner, not aggressive at all. In theUnited States there would have been a neat line, organized by ropes with staffor security officials standing nearby, so this took me by surprise. At first Iwas nervous and intimidated, and people kept cutting me off and shoving meback, but I was in the same place ten minutes later. People who exited theplane ten minutes after me were far ahead of me by now, so I decided to toughenup and plow my way forward, following the path of the small man just in frontof me. There seemed to be no social constraints, and this was not “politeness”as I knew it.
    Ilooked at my surroundings. There was litter everywhere, and a thin film of dirtcovered everything. It was not quiet and everyone spoke in an abrupt mannerwith the pitch of a shout. The men and women wore a mixture of clothing from separategenerations, creating a confusing combination; old traditional Vietnamese hatscovered their heads, but new brand name Nike sneakers stood out on their feet.Crooked and discolored teeth protruded from under their lips, as they chattedaway, carrying out their astonishingly loud conversations just inches away fromme. There was no sense of personal space. My eyes wandered around this new andbizarre environment and I looked forward to exploring it.

    I worked fromphotos and memories of significant moments and interactions from my trip tocreate a series of black and white images, from portraits to everyday streetscenes, that collectively tell a story of my personal interaction withVietnamese culture. The pieces use a variety of media, but most are done with ascratchboard technique that I have explored over the past semester. Theseexperiments resulted in four large-scale scratch-board pieces which depictedthree different men and one mangled tree, a series of pen and ink small-scaleblack and white drawings on paper of street scenes and unique characteristicsof Vietnam, and a variety of prints and wax scratching describing Vietnamesefacial characteristics.

    I experimented with a variety of black and whitematerials such as paints, shellacs, sealants, inks, waxes, and primers in orderto find successful combinations. I found that different combinations of medialeft the image with different feelings. I depicted impersonal memories by usingcombinations that left the image looking muddied and distant, and the moreintimate and memorable experiences with combinations that displayed sharperdetails.
    I started bypainting black ink onto the surface of several different types of wood, andusing metal tools to scratch the dry black paint away in an effort to revealthe underlying lightly colored untouched wood. I liked the idea of carving ortaking away to create an image, and I responded to the energy I created withthe carving marks.
    I decided to takethis idea further and try to make my own scratchboard by layering a surfacewith a repellant followed by a coating of black or white, and then see where mytrials and errors took me. I coated a slab of Sintra board with differentstreaks of white shellacs and primers, waited for the material to dry, and thenpainted several different kinds of black paints and inks on top of it. I used ametal scratching tool to remove the black medium from the surface of theSintra, revealing the white primer or shellac underneath. I was surprised tofind that none of my tests resulted in complete success as I had imagined theywould.
    Iproceeded to repeat this series of tests on many different surfaces and media;different types of cardboard, foam core, white paper, transparency paper, andtracing paper. I tried black acrylic paint, black oil paint, black India ink,black gesso, black clay ink, and black oil pastel. Eventually I discoveredseveral different combinations of media that I felt successfully portrayed mydifferent memories, and I moved on to experiment next with scale, texture,contrast, and line quality.
  • My View From A Café
    Wax and India Ink on Plywood
    4'x6'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2012

  • Scoote r Man
    India Ink on Foamcore 
    10'x3.5"


    Lida Bilokur
    2011

    Ourappointment was in thirty minutes! I buckled my helmet, jumped on the back ofthe scooter and we took off. Suddenly, my Mom slowed down to say, “Lida, do youhear that? There’s something wrong with the scooter.” I didn’t think anythingof my usual worrisome mother’s comments until we approached the end of ourstreet and hopped down off the curb onto the main road. Then the tire thumpedin an unusual manner. Now I shared my mom’s concern and I stepped down off ofthe back of the bike. Sure enough the rear tire was completely flat.
    Beforeeither of us could say a word, a man appeared in front of us. He waved hishands, gesturing to our scooter. As he spoke in rapid Vietnamese, the cigarettethat was wedged between his lips bobbed up and down. He grabbed our scooter’shandlebars and squatted down to inspect the damage. He dropped the scooter’skickstand, got up, and jogged down our street, disappearing into a gate on theright. My mom, not knowing what to think of the man’s actions, pulled out hercell phone and began to dial the number of a cab. Only a couple seconds later,the man, lips still gripping the cigarette, jogged back out, followed byanother man holding a black shoulder bag. Both men squatted down and dumped thecontents of the black bag out beside our scooter. Screwdrivers, hammers, andwrenches, clanked to the ground with some other unfamiliar metal tools.
  • Eyeing Me As I Walk By
    India Ink and Wax on Plywood
    3.5'x5'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2012
  • The Fisherman
    India Ink on Foamcore
    3.5'x5'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2011
  • Fixing Our Scooter
    India Ink and Wax on Plywood
    4'x6'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2012

    Everyday I would step out of the door to my houseand notice a grayish-brown foggy layer that seemed to coat the sky. Throughoutthe course of my thirty-day trip “home”, the same smog dwelled. I asked ourVietnamese friend Chuan Nguyen what caused this haze. He replied “the haze seeneveryday in Hanoi, Vietnam regardless of the winter’s fluctuating temperature,is explained by ‘Xu’o’ng Mù’, which translates to “blind fog”. It is applicableto the sky in the winter, due to an abundance of moisture, and very little airmovement in the winter sky. Accompanying this,” Chuan continued, “’Mu’a Phùn”is a type of misty precipitation meaning “splitting” or “spraying rain”. Thecombination, of Xu’o’ng Mù’and Mu’a Phùn leaves the sky constantly cloudy.”This haze is an everyday characteristic of Hanoi and is in all my memories,especially my favorite and most memorable everyday scene, VietnameseFishermen.

    The road to my house runs alongside a large lake,called Tây Hõy. On my way to the supermarket I would walk along this lake andpass at least five men fishing either off of a makeshift dock, standing againstthe railing overlooking the lake, or the most beautiful site of all; standingalone in the middle of the lake- perched on a small manmade platform. This wasan unnoticed every day job for the Vietnamese, but for me, it was perfectlypicturesque. I would stroll by these fishermen everyday, and each time I wasleft awestruck
  • Picking Out Fruit
    India Ink on Foamcore
    3.5'x5'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2011
  • Selling Us Fruit
    India Ink and Wax on Foamcore
    3.5'x5'

    By Lida Bilokur
    2012
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