Christine Chung


Oh my gosh! I get to talk about myself? What do I say? What do people want to know? I don't think I can do this! It's so nerve racking! Well I have to try, for the people! Wait... what just happen? Where am I?... I'm hungry... I'm getting food... yum... what should I get...

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A Picnic in Venice
Charcoal
This was my first time really working with charcoal, until this I had done little sketches and exercises, but nothing close to this scale or caliber. Seeing this set up the wine bottle immediately transported me to Italy. The blankets, the pitcher, everything was what I would image a romanic picnic in Italy to be. Enjoying a picnic with the love of your life as you slowly pass by in a gondola, riding off into the sunset as beautiful Italian arias surround you. What more could anyone with a soft spot for romance wish for?

A Picnic in Venice

Charcoal

This was my first time really working with charcoal, until this I had done little sketches and exercises, but nothing close to this scale or caliber. Seeing this set up the wine bottle immediately transported me to Italy. The blankets, the pitcher, everything was what I would image a romanic picnic in Italy to be. Enjoying a picnic with the love of your life as you slowly pass by in a gondola, riding off into the sunset as beautiful Italian arias surround you. What more could anyone with a soft spot for romance wish for?

Tagged: ItalyVenicepicniccharcoallovegondolasunsetwine

Hands
Mixed-Media: Acrylic, Water Colors, Oil Pastels, Color Pencils
I believe that just looking at someone’s hands can tell a great story about who they are and their life. Are there calluses all over them from hours of practicing an instrument they love. Or worn out and rough from later work. Maybe they’re soft and welcoming, ready to care for a delicate child. Or worn out from house work. Hands can tell a story without people realizing it, and the things that our hands do define our lives. A painter isn’t a painter without their hands and brush, and chief is no chief without a knife in their hands. Our hands are who we are and that is what I wanted the world to see with this piece. We hold our story in the palm of our hands.

Hands

Mixed-Media: Acrylic, Water Colors, Oil Pastels, Color Pencils

I believe that just looking at someone’s hands can tell a great story about who they are and their life. Are there calluses all over them from hours of practicing an instrument they love. Or worn out and rough from later work. Maybe they’re soft and welcoming, ready to care for a delicate child. Or worn out from house work. Hands can tell a story without people realizing it, and the things that our hands do define our lives. A painter isn’t a painter without their hands and brush, and chief is no chief without a knife in their hands. Our hands are who we are and that is what I wanted the world to see with this piece. We hold our story in the palm of our hands.

Tagged: handsMix-MediaWater colorscolor pencilacrylic paintsOil Pastellifestories

Sleep
Mixed-Media Collage
The dream world is a wonderful place, it not 100% solid and neither is this piece. Getting to work with rice paper and other different types of mediums was a great experience. Ripping apart each piece or grain for the pillows was a long and tedious process, but I loved every moment. But rice paper, tissue paper, etc. are all transparent, you can see through one to another. The way this piece is, it’s as though you’re transported to another world. A world of dreams and imagination, a world only accessible through dreams. Where colors blend, and world, and things just seem so surreal.

Sleep

Mixed-Media Collage

The dream world is a wonderful place, it not 100% solid and neither is this piece. Getting to work with rice paper and other different types of mediums was a great experience. Ripping apart each piece or grain for the pillows was a long and tedious process, but I loved every moment. But rice paper, tissue paper, etc. are all transparent, you can see through one to another. The way this piece is, it’s as though you’re transported to another world. A world of dreams and imagination, a world only accessible through dreams. Where colors blend, and world, and things just seem so surreal.

Tagged: Mix-Mediasleepdreamsimaginationrice papertissue papercolors

Rainy Days: December 14, 2010
Oil Pastels
Rainy Days, they may seem down at first but they make you appreciate the things you don’t notice in passing everyday. Maybe a pot of flowers next to a window, or some paint on the wall, or the old curtains upon the windows. To me rainy days are some of the best, you can stay in and create whatever you want. I want to show with this that even the smallest things in your life like a pot of flowers can be beautiful and bring you happiness even if you don’t realize it at first. Maybe those flowers are just hiding the secret locked away in that draw and your imagination is the key to finally open it to reveal the wonders awaiting inside. 

Rainy Days: December 14, 2010

Oil Pastels

Rainy Days, they may seem down at first but they make you appreciate the things you don’t notice in passing everyday. Maybe a pot of flowers next to a window, or some paint on the wall, or the old curtains upon the windows. To me rainy days are some of the best, you can stay in and create whatever you want. I want to show with this that even the smallest things in your life like a pot of flowers can be beautiful and bring you happiness even if you don’t realize it at first. Maybe those flowers are just hiding the secret locked away in that draw and your imagination is the key to finally open it to reveal the wonders awaiting inside. 

Tagged: Rainy DaysOil Pastelflowersimagination

Colors of Fall: February 12, 2011
Color Pencils
I had done a piece like this years ago when I around 10 years old. When I decided that art was my passion and life and what I wanted to commit myself to for the rest of my existence I was excited to try and do something I had done before to try and improve. I was really happy with how this turned out. My leaves look like leaves, my apple looks like an apple, my fruits look like fruits, and my bird  and basket turned out well too. I think fall is a beautiful season, with all the colors everywhere as leaves changes and fruits are being harvested. It’s a season that just calls for art, full of life and new beginnings.

Colors of Fall: February 12, 2011

Color Pencils

I had done a piece like this years ago when I around 10 years old. When I decided that art was my passion and life and what I wanted to commit myself to for the rest of my existence I was excited to try and do something I had done before to try and improve. I was really happy with how this turned out. My leaves look like leaves, my apple looks like an apple, my fruits look like fruits, and my bird  and basket turned out well too. I think fall is a beautiful season, with all the colors everywhere as leaves changes and fruits are being harvested. It’s a season that just calls for art, full of life and new beginnings.

Tagged: color pencilfallbirdsfruitapplesleavescolors

March 20, 2011
Color Pencil
This piece was difficult for me in the sense that I had to learn to be patient with myself, and the detail in this piece. I’m really proud with how it turned out, and I’m glad that I was able to improve my abilities with color pencils

March 20, 2011

Color Pencil

This piece was difficult for me in the sense that I had to learn to be patient with myself, and the detail in this piece. I’m really proud with how it turned out, and I’m glad that I was able to improve my abilities with color pencils

Tagged: color pencilCars

Fly:
Pen & Ink
Inspiration, travel, flight, those are all things I think of when I see this piece and all the things I wanted to show when creating it. The world is filled with inspirations. I want to travel and see the world, learn everything that I can learn and let my wings take flight and be free to soar. 

Fly:

Pen & Ink

Inspiration, travel, flight, those are all things I think of when I see this piece and all the things I wanted to show when creating it. The world is filled with inspirations. I want to travel and see the world, learn everything that I can learn and let my wings take flight and be free to soar. 

Tagged: pen & inktravelflightflyinspiration

Tea Party: August 17, 2011
Water Colors
I love watercolors, I love how delicate, and how expressive they can be. I also love the feminine touch that flowers bring. Growing up I loved flowers,  playing outside, and playing tea party. I would often pick flowers wanting to make large and extravagant bouquets. With this piece I wanted to all of that. The carefree yet fragility of flowers and childhood, while utilizing the negative spar to help add to the piece.

Tea Party: August 17, 2011

Water Colors

I love watercolors, I love how delicate, and how expressive they can be. I also love the feminine touch that flowers bring. Growing up I loved flowers,  playing outside, and playing tea party. I would often pick flowers wanting to make large and extravagant bouquets. With this piece I wanted to all of that. The carefree yet fragility of flowers and childhood, while utilizing the negative spar to help add to the piece.

Tagged: Water colorstea partyflowersIrises

Self-Portrait: August 20, 2011
Graphite/Pencil & Color Pencils
I wanted to do a self-portrait, but I wanted it to be different from the generic self-portrait, so I did myself posed in front of my mother’s summer corn field with myself black and white in pencil/graphite, while having a colored background.

Self-Portrait: August 20, 2011

Graphite/Pencil & Color Pencils

I wanted to do a self-portrait, but I wanted it to be different from the generic self-portrait, so I did myself posed in front of my mother’s summer corn field with myself black and white in pencil/graphite, while having a colored background.

Tagged: Graphitepencilcolor pencilself-portrait

Pieces of Me: August 12, 2011
Pen & Ink
Life is a puzzle, every little thing we do, event we experience creates another piece to the puzzle of our life. Everyone has a puzzle, and in my opinion, even the smallest of things is a piece to the puzzle. This is part of my puzzle. Some of the pieces are full while some are still empty and there are still many pieces I have yet to discover. 

Pieces of Me: August 12, 2011

Pen & Ink

Life is a puzzle, every little thing we do, event we experience creates another piece to the puzzle of our life. Everyone has a puzzle, and in my opinion, even the smallest of things is a piece to the puzzle. This is part of my puzzle. Some of the pieces are full while some are still empty and there are still many pieces I have yet to discover. 

Tagged: puzzlelifepen & inkself-portrait

Shipwrecked: May 17, 2011
Pencil/Graphite
This piece was so fun to do and now looking back on it has so many memories. I remember how much time and dedication I gave every little piece of this. I loved drawing the chains and box the most, followed by the surfboard and the fabric. I think a piece like this can transport everyone back to to their childhood, when they would go to the beach with their family and cause chaos. It also reminds me of some of the stories we would hear growing up. Like Peter Pan, or Treasure Island, this piece just holds so much color when at first glance one might think there is none.  

Shipwrecked: May 17, 2011

Pencil/Graphite

This piece was so fun to do and now looking back on it has so many memories. I remember how much time and dedication I gave every little piece of this. I loved drawing the chains and box the most, followed by the surfboard and the fabric. I think a piece like this can transport everyone back to to their childhood, when they would go to the beach with their family and cause chaos. It also reminds me of some of the stories we would hear growing up. Like Peter Pan, or Treasure Island, this piece just holds so much color when at first glance one might think there is none.  

Tagged: graphitepencilshipwreckchildhoodbeachpeter pantreasure island

Crap: July 21, 2011
Graphite/Pencil
This image is a childhood memory for me. Drawing this brought back so many memories of my childhood. I’m from Philly so some streets were not the most ideal for little kids to be riding their bikes through. I remember one memory so vividly. I was riding my bike when I turned a really sharp corner and bashed into a car, this is what this drawing reminds me of.

Crap: July 21, 2011

Graphite/Pencil

This image is a childhood memory for me. Drawing this brought back so many memories of my childhood. I’m from Philly so some streets were not the most ideal for little kids to be riding their bikes through. I remember one memory so vividly. I was riding my bike when I turned a really sharp corner and bashed into a car, this is what this drawing reminds me of.

Tagged: Bikesgraphitechildhood

Sunrise: August 3, 2011
Oil Pastel
There used to be a house that looked like this in my neighborhood growing up until they knocked it down. It reminds me and in a sense represents my childhood. All of the memories I have of me, my family, and friends. It always reflects to me childhood  as well, the bright colors of the flowers and the bright colors the windows reflect show childhood in it’s abstract form, bright and colorful, free without restrictions of lines or rules of what must be what, carefree and abstract which I feel the title also expresses.

Sunrise: August 3, 2011

Oil Pastel

There used to be a house that looked like this in my neighborhood growing up until they knocked it down. It reminds me and in a sense represents my childhood. All of the memories I have of me, my family, and friends. It always reflects to me childhood  as well, the bright colors of the flowers and the bright colors the windows reflect show childhood in it’s abstract form, bright and colorful, free without restrictions of lines or rules of what must be what, carefree and abstract which I feel the title also expresses.

Tagged: SunriseabstractchildhoodmemoriesfreecarefreeOil Pastel

Mom: July 31, 2012
Oil Pastels
This pieces was dedicated after my mom. She loves to garden and every summer I would know that it was becoming that season when my mom would start her gardening and digging up half our yard. I loved having fresh fruits and vegetables during the summer and early fall, eating fresh salads for dinner and just enjoying the summer

Mom: July 31, 2012

Oil Pastels

This pieces was dedicated after my mom. She loves to garden and every summer I would know that it was becoming that season when my mom would start her gardening and digging up half our yard. I loved having fresh fruits and vegetables during the summer and early fall, eating fresh salads for dinner and just enjoying the summer

Tagged: TomatoesmomOil Pastelsummergarden

Skipping Through Florence: July 25, 2011
Water Colors
I saw these flowers and I was immediatly transported to the beautiful meadows and fields of flowers in Florence, Italy and the old brick walls with vines growing upon them.

Skipping Through Florence: July 25, 2011

Water Colors

I saw these flowers and I was immediatly transported to the beautiful meadows and fields of flowers in Florence, Italy and the old brick walls with vines growing upon them.

Tagged: flowersFlorencewater colors