Lee Joo For (利如火)
Just attended an art festival called "What The Elders Left Us."
The one event I managed to catch was the "Talk and Staged Readings: Artist Lee Joo For," and boy, was I in for a treat.
I chuckled a lot, and my aunt was puzzled as to why I chuckled so much. I told her that, of all the events I could have attended at this art festival, it was fated that this one about a man who was quite bold and sexual in his expressions of theatre and art was the one I attended. Even the curator, AT, confessed that she couldn't quite decide how she felt about Lee Joo For.
But to me, it was clear—this was a man larger than life. One of his own family members who remembered his stories admitted she knew she couldn't believe half the things her uncle said. His imagination was wild, like the horses he drew. He also enjoyed drawing bulls and women—things he was deeply drawn to.
What a man.
What a life.
What an impact he has made.
The one event I managed to catch was the "Talk and Staged Readings: Artist Lee Joo For," and boy, was I in for a treat.
I chuckled a lot, and my aunt was puzzled as to why I chuckled so much. I told her that, of all the events I could have attended at this art festival, it was fated that this one about a man who was quite bold and sexual in his expressions of theatre and art was the one I attended. Even the curator, AT, confessed that she couldn't quite decide how she felt about Lee Joo For.
But to me, it was clear—this was a man larger than life. One of his own family members who remembered his stories admitted she knew she couldn't believe half the things her uncle said. His imagination was wild, like the horses he drew. He also enjoyed drawing bulls and women—things he was deeply drawn to.
What a man.
What a life.
What an impact he has made.
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