A Chinese-born American painter and architect, C.M.C. received her formal education in architecture in the U.S. and Europe. All the while, the raw artist heart in her beats steadily and quietly, like a seed awaiting spring to arrive.
In the year while studying in Europe, she discovered the serene minimalist beauty of the Scandinavia in contrast to the medley of colors in sunny California back home. And it was in the thick of that winter in Bavaria that the young roaming soul from the East also found the much needed respite. Her long boiling struggle with the co-existence of the visceral and the cerebral worlds knelt frozen in the snow.
After graduation, she trod through the jungle of pragmatism and commercialism of architecture; unbeknown to her then, a storm was already building up before the long awaited spring would arrive. Started with the sudden death of a young colleague, the loss of her cousin and her own mother to cancer, the death of her beloved grandmother and her pastor, one by one in short course of five years, the knocking came louder and louder until it knocked on her door. The young architect was now faced with cancer herself.
It was in these darkest hours and coldest of the ground under that the seed began to grasp for air, for light, for life. As if her Creator has heard the murmur of this raw artist heart and taken pity, the young architect survived. The snow has melted since and the desert turned fertile ground; a painter emerges with the arrival of spring. She seeks out colors in a world of grays and the dark grays - a long rugged journey with a box of paints, until the last winter arrives.
Soli Deo gloria
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