Pain has never looked so good. Sue tsai's ethereal artwork is the epitome of awe-inspiring. The riveting images depict a colorful narration of heartbreak and the remnants of a casualty of life. Each piece crafted to perfection adorned in its own majesty. Tsai’s “The Only Place I Feel Like Me” NYC Exhibit, featured some of her latest works, which include a 42 page collector’s edition compilation of art and thoughts, and handcrafted Flower Bomb sculptures.
The gallery was nestled on a quiet street. The nook and its surroundings of spray painted buildings, coffee shops and ice cream parlor provided the ideal ambiance for an art viewing. Aside from the astounding creativity, and surreal talent and skill with which Sue’s artwork is made, the extremely relatable passion and pain conveyed in each piece brings the colors and images to life in a whole new way.
Viewers of Tsai's work can't help but feel a tinge of mixed feelings as memories of an old flame, heartbreak and passionate love come surging to the forefront of the mind. While looking at the works on display I couldn't help but think of "Love Letters I Never Sent" and the experiences that inspired my poems. I see myself, and my heart in Sue's work. 'A Beautfil Mind' indeed, Sue bears her heart, and darkest part of her soul in her solo show. Full of inspiration, color, passion, beauty and love, she paints herself to healing.
See more of Sue Tsai, and her art on IG: @SueTsai and suetsai.com
Like the forbidden fruit
For years I desired you
Plenty were ripe for picking
All but one
My greatest temptation
And love has fallen like the fruit from the only tree to be untouched by me
We have ruined a great lover's memory
Shattered the perceived beauty of love's dreams
If only five years ago you had chose me
Now we're two fallen angels with broken wings
Bruised and battered
Hearts tornmangled and shattered
I'm too tired to dance yet another dance
You take my hand and lead me to hell
Kiss me so sweetly
Penetrate me ever so deeply
Your hands creep up my thighs
And grip my ass
Hallucinations of futures past
Flash on walls painted in blood's red "Post No Feels"
I find myself in a devils dance
But I too am a devil of my own kind