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Preface:

I là

Tri Ngo

He is an idiot who knows not the names nor the identities of the things sitting in his studio. Because of this deficiency, he constructs strange narratives in order to discern the applications of these mundane objects.

Are they lies?

“They are real; for what is reality? It is the infinite sum of all stories we tell ourselves, the stories we tell each other, the stories we choose to believe when we go to sleep at night.” – Ngô Hứa Minh Trí, 2018

He is but a fool.

Play #20181217

Chapter 1:

A Chair for Lucy

We are the chair on which we sit: For the Terrain Biennial, Tri Ngo created a functional installation — a chair, he called it. This so-called chair had its legs recessed into the clouds; its upholstery weaved of stone, of metal, of lumber, of flesh. Padded it, he did, with the salt of the Pacific, the crips breezes beneath the birds’ shadows, the snow of yesteryears, the milky soil churning along the Mekong Delta. This was the chair that seated all things: you and me, our friends, our enemies, Lucy and all of the dogs, the ducks, the lizards, the bugs, the trees, the sand. A communal chair, a Mobius piece of furniture, that for a moment, traversed the Milky Way.

Oct. 1st – Nov. 17th, 2019


a Chair for Lucy
an installation for Terrain Biennial
@ 5418 N Wayne Ave. Chicago, IL. Tri Ngo


Chapter 2:

Paintings and Drawings

Deposition:

1. Law: a testifying especially before a court
2. : an act or process of laying someone or something down or letting something fall : an act or process of depositing
3. Geology: the process in which sediments, soil and rocks are added to a landform or land mass
4. : an act of removing from a position of authority : an act of deposing
5. Tri Ngo: a printing process in which layers of egg tempera paint are transferred using acetic acid

2013


Deposition Series
Erased Painting with Egg Tempera by Tri Ngo


Chapter 3:

The Paper Nautilus

November 17th, 2013

I am the shipwright attempting to craft the un-paragoned vessel that will sail the creases of the non-orientable surface of spacetime, The Paper Nautilus. This ship will be the first Inter-spacetime Vessel (ISTV), consisting of eight contrivances. Each contrivance will be forged from droplets of memory into a modular apparatus that will oscillate across time and space. Like clockwork, once connected to a power source, the eight contrivances will consolidate and transform the immediate area into an Inter-spacetime Vessel.

2018


Home on a Leaf
A sixteen feet by ten feet gallery floor became a space-situation where: Loose Leaf unfolded into Moment Resisting Connections unfolded into The Pacific unfolded into One and One is One. Tri Ngo

  The Contrivances

   A Flag for my Parents

a Flag for my Parents
Touch became a method of documentation, pulling out history, forming memories. Moment by moment. Gesture by gesture. The mixture of sweat and ink blended into life-giving water that flows onto the page to erect a home. Tri Ngo


   Communion

Communion I do not have an answer, but in the Vietnamese tradition, there is a famous poem that any child could recite: Công cha như núi Thái Sơn, Nghĩa mẹ như nước trong nguồn chảy ra: A father’s labor is like that of a tall mountain, a mother’s love is like an unceasable aquifer. Tri Ngo


   A Gate Between Heaven and Earth

a Gate Between Heaven and Earth
That’s nice: she replied: but if it’s a portal, why do you still need to use airplanes? Tri Ngo


   One and One is One

One and One is One
For what is a king without the people? What is a king without his knights to defend him, his castles to protect him, his bishops to guide him? What is a king without his love, his queen? Tri Ngo


   The Pacific

Pacific
Blue upon blue the morning horizon unfolded the blue vellum into the sky and the sea. There, I looked, in my innocent youth, beyond the ocean, to catch sight of a home inside the gleaming dawn. Tri Ngo


   Moment Resisting Connections

Moment Resisting Connections
The World is but a Stage for Plays by Tri Ngo


Chapter 4:

Moon in a Box

How does one go about putting the moon into a box?

Perhaps with a round mirror,
or a black box with a hole,
or a camera to take its picture so.

Is it water?

If yes,
then set sail a small porcelain cup
atop a midnight lake
to catch the dripping drops of the moonlight nectar.

Or perhaps with a rocket ship
carrying one foldable box made for a Canadian Inuit.

Or simply cross both hands into a perfect square
and lift that high toward the sky.

What is the moon anyway?
Dip it in a glass of milk and take a bite.

But if all you have is a paper box
petite in size,
and unadorned

try

and trust that it will fit.

Published by: The Object Press, 2018


Moon in a Box How does one go about putting the moon into a box by Tri Ngo


Chapter None:

one word:

whys:

as you enter this body, your whys will soon arise;
to which I may only reply: we are but a chimaera in a chimaeric world:


Biographical Play:

Tri Ngo is just a painter. He pushes pigments and oils around until they pacify the torrential thoughts that occupy his empty mind and unravel his sorrowful heart. He may have a master’s degree, but he still knows nothing, for his dream is to build a box to hold the moon.

Play #20181105

Talking with Myself:

Coming Soon


Contents


Preface

Projects

 Relational Irrealism

 The Seeing Hands

 The Ballad of a Common Icarus

 20slash20: Against Perspective

 Unseen Visions

Biography

Talking with Myself


Preface:

I là

Tri Ngo

He is an idiot who knows not the names nor the identities of the things sitting in his studio. Because of this deficiency, he constructs strange narratives in order to discern the applications of these mundane objects.

Are they lies?

“They are real; for what is reality? It is the infinite sum of all stories we tell ourselves, the stories we tell each other, the stories we choose to believe when we go to sleep at night.” – Ngô Hứa Minh Trí, 2018

He is but a fool.

Play #20181217

Chapter 1:
A Chair for Lucy

We are the chair on which we sit: For the Terrain Biennial, Tri Ngo created a functional installation — a chair, he called it. This so-called chair had its legs recessed into the clouds; its upholstery weaved of stone, of metal, of lumber, of flesh. Padded it, he did, with the salt of the Pacific, the crips breezes beneath the birds’ shadows, the snow of yesteryears, the milky soil churning along the Mekong Delta. This was the chair that seated all things: you and me, our friends, our enemies, Lucy and all of the dogs, the ducks, the lizards, the bugs, the trees, the sand. A communal chair, a Mobius piece of furniture, that for a moment, traversed the Milky Way.

Oct. 1st – Nov. 17th, 2019

View Work ☞

Chapter 2:

Paintings and Drawings

Deposition:

1. Law: a testifying especially before a court
2. : an act or process of laying someone or something down or letting something fall : an act or process of depositing
3. Geology: the process in which sediments, soil and rocks are added to a landform or land mass
4. : an act of removing from a position of authority : an act of deposing
5. Tri Ngo: a printing process in which layers of egg tempera paint are transferred using acetic acid

2013

View Work ☞

Chapter 3:
The Paper Nautilus

November 17th, 2013

I am the shipwright attempting to craft the un-paragoned vessel that will sail the creases of the non-orientable surface of spacetime, The Paper Nautilus. This ship will be the first Inter-spacetime Vessel (ISTV), consisting of eight contrivances. Each contrivance will be forged from droplets of memory into a modular apparatus that will oscillate across time and space. Like clockwork, once connected to a power source, the eight contrivances will consolidate and transform the immediate area into an Inter-spacetime Vessel.

Chapter 4:

Moon in a Box

How does one go about putting the moon into a box?

Perhaps with a round mirror,
or a black box with a hole,
or a camera to take its picture so.

Is it water?

If yes,
then set sail a small porcelain cup
atop a midnight lake
to catch the dripping drops of the moonlight nectar.

Or perhaps with a rocket ship
carrying one foldable box made for a Canadian Inuit.

Or simply cross both hands into a perfect square
and lift that high toward the sky.

What is the moon anyway?
Dip it in a glass of milk and take a bite.

But if all you have is a paper box
petite in size,
and unadorned

try

and trust that it will fit.

Published by: The Object Press, 2018

View Exhibition ☞

Chapter None:

one word:

whys:

as you enter this body, your whys will soon arise;
to which I may only reply: we are but a chimaera in a chimaeric world:

Biographical Play:

Tri Ngo is just a painter. He pushes pigments and oils around until they pacify the torrential thoughts that occupy his empty mind and unravel his sorrowful heart. He may have a master’s degree, but he still knows nothing, for his dream is to build a box to hold the moon.

Play #20181105

Talking with Myself:

Coming Soon

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