Victoria Son Photography: A New Online Portfolio

I’ve been forming my temporary online portfolio displaying my art and photography work – now, I say “temporary” because I’m sure in the year to come with immigration still playing its course that once I feel settled in the United States I will then have time to sort out my ‘brand’ and be able to more firmly represent my ongoing photographic goals. Therefore for now I am hesitating from purchasing my domain until I become more full-time invested in this venture, rather than being distracted with looming immigration details πŸ™‚

So check it out!

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Sip In Style: A Beautiful Etsy Site

Beautiful product from a beautiful artist. He’s a fantastic ceramic artist from Indianapolis, and I thought I would pass on the launch of his highly anticipated Etsy site (at least by all those who know him) and share his work with you!

Check out his Etsy site – P Thompson Ceramics -and own a piece of his work while it lasts πŸ™‚






Before and After of My Kitchen Table titled ‘Dinner with Patrick’

Dinner with Patrick Kitchen Table

Having found a pine door at a local salvage and antique shop, I worked hard getting ideas together and bringing out the beautiful grain in the door. Two weeks to finishing the piece I decided to name the table, and what came to mind was simple. Thoughts that I treasured and sat aimlessly daydreaming about were surrounded by the domestic symbolism of the kitchen table. All I wanted was to be able to sit down day to day and make dinner with my partner with whom lives at a distance. And so the title of the piece became, “Dinner with Patrick Kitchen Table Series I”.

If you’re interested in any of the pieces photographed, please message me as my lad makes gorgeous porcelain artwork and we both adore making art and design pieces.

[Construction ideas for table legs can be found HERE]



I spotted the door at a salvage shop for $40.


A big bag of galvanized piping materials from Lowes.



Stained and finished table pictured with antique typewriter my lad found in his grandfather’s basement and handed down to me.


Porcelain ceramic mug with celadon glaze made by my lad
Flowers that arrived at my workplace last week as a surprise
Antique typewriter… from you know who.


Porcelain mug with celadon glaze
The beautiful grain of my pine top coated in an English Walnut stain


Tabletop decorated with two porcelain cups in a celadon glaze, antique typewriter and rolls of Japanese paper.


Pine table with galvanized piping for legs


Table set for writing


“Dinner with Patrick” Kitchen table decorated with items from the lad.


Most beautiful mugs, lovely flowers, and gorgeous table.


Bottom detail.

Turkish Artists Open Up in Response to Riots in their Streets


To You,

I have remained a huge believer and advocate regarding the movement that art influences, highlights, and bring focus to amidst political and social chaos. Within matters concerning freedom of expression and human rights, citizens have taken to a silent medium allowing them to re-define the voice for change through vibrancy, metaphor, and illustrious accents to the surrounding politics.

Artists, although provocative and eccentric to some, are key vocalists to the fight regarding freedom of expression and the threat of its demise. Ai Wei Wei is a prominent example to the notion of artists balancing a profile as political advocates, however it’s not always the artist on the central stage whose voice beckons thoughtful focus. Throughout the Arab Spring citizens took to the city walls to demonstrate their need to be heard illustrating political response to the social chaos surrounding them – however not including them within its consideration. Street graffiti grabbed the attention of journalists and brought a voice to the once silenced, threatened and disregarded.

Riots in Turkey surrounding the battle for human rights, women rights, and freedom of expression have once again sat in the minds and laps of artists, citizens whose acting presence is fully affected when freedom of expression is threatened. ARTINFO recently reported on Turkish artists and their perspective on the riots, and for me, what’s refreshing is to find stories considering the roles of these citizens in opposition to those on the central to the political arena. Artists – professional or frustrated citizen – have an invested perspective on these issues, and should be taken into consideration when chaos arises.

Click on the following link to check out the article, “Turkish Artists Respond To The Wave Of Protests Rocking Their Country” which is posted on Huffington Post’s site.

Happy reading,

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Far & Wide Collective

To You,

Within the past couple of months I have started working with the organization Far & Wide Collective, a social enterprise dedicated to creating market access for talented artisans in post-conflict and developing economies, as their Digital Communications Manager and PR Associate. With products from Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Uzbekistan, Sri Lanka, and Kenya, the company offers a range of quality goods from gorgeous jewelry, stunning home accents, to sophisticated hand-carved pieces. Take a look at the site (which I have been working my arse off towards these past few weeks) to learn more about the founder Hedvig Alexander, her history within development and NGO’s in Afghanistan, and about the organization’s mission.

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Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

All things ART and PHOTO

To You,

A little bit of self-publicity, so I forewarn you, however overall it’s rather a harmless plug. So, if you would so kindly oblige, please read on. πŸ™‚

My personal artist site,, is set to expire in the coming month. Although I own the domain I am canceling my membership with the host company so that I may go ahead and design my own website from scratch after the completion of my dissertation. Therefore, I have created another WordPress blog in order to house my work so that it may remain on display on the ever-so-useful internet in the meantime.

[cue plug]

Please check out Victoria L. Son at if you would like to see samples of my work. Just click on one of the portfolios/works and peruse at your own will.

Okay, that is all. Merci, and adieu.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Lyrical Beauty

To you,

After deciding to look for some new music inspiration, I researched into UK hip-hop artists to find a rapper by the name of Akala, and I was rather impressed by his single, ‘Find No Enemy‘. Being a student studying politics and diversity within the realm of policies, religions, ethnicity, etc., these lyrics reminded me of the power of arts within politics and this time around the arts is in the form of hip-hop lyrical flow. It’s a beautiful song – even if you don’t care for the genre of tunes. It’s nothing hardcore, but rather cultural poetry. The beats are simple, the melody quite tamed but atmospheric. Enjoy.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Apparently I’m second generation black Caribbean
And half white Scottish whatever that means
See lately I feel confused with the boxes
Cos to me all they do is breed conflict
It’s not that I’ve lost touch with the reality
Of racism, sexism and nationality
Just to me it all seems like insanity
Why must I rob you of your humanity
To feel good about mine
It’s all about crime
Dehumanizing, is how I justify it
So I must keep on lying about the history of Africa
So I can live with the massacres and repeat my mantra
Muslim, terrorist so I can sleep at night
As bombs take flight
Eyes open wide but I’m blind to the sight
Too busy chasing the perfect life
And the working class keep them uneducated
Truly educated men could never be a racist
To educate is to draw out what is within
Are we not all the same under the skin
I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen
And insecurities are a whole lot of them
I’m scared like you deep down
I really do care that the world is not fair like you
But I don’t even believe my own prayers like you
Chasing career going nowhere like you
Lost in a fog of my own insecurity
I hold myself up as an image of purity
And I judge everybody else
By the color of their skin or the size of their wealth
But it’s not good for my health
As the only one I ever really judge is myself
The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed
Though I pretend I’m in control of this mess
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest
I see my weakness and need to show strength
For what we think strong is
Cos if were honest, true strength is the strength to be honest
And if I’m honest, I am just tired if I’m honest I am just tired
Tired of everyday filling up my car
And knowing that I’m paying for the bombs in Iraq
Tired of pretending like it don’t hurt my heart
Of wanting change but not knowing where to start
Tired of listening to all the conditioning
And all the forms that they got me filling in
Next time you see what is a thug and despise him
Please know I was just like him
Cos I was like eight the first time I saw crack
Same time I first smoked weed chocking on blowbacks
First time I saw knifes penetrate flesh
It was meat cleavers to the back of the head
As I grew and teenage years passed
Many more knifes pierced and the shots blast
And I ain’t saying I had the worst upbringing
But there’s a million young men just like me in prison
We complain about racism and elevate clowns
With their trousers down, swinging their dicks round
Maybe that is not quite literal
But everything they do is just as stereotypical
To my real fans I feel your pain
And I get the messages but don’t complain
That we ain’t got more fame for paying our par,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
Call it black radio don’t make me laugh
So is black music all about tits and arse
You don’t represent nothing, you’re just pretending
When was the last time you ever played Hendrix
Or Miles Davis or John Coltrane
Or Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday
We can call it urban to me that’s cool
If urban means street that includes jazz to
And rock for that matter, Go ask Mick Jagger
Or Jimmy Page what they were listening to, the blues
Not discrediting love Zeppelin too
Just giving credit where credit is due
That blood soaked word rappers still use
All it really shows is that we still self abuse
That was the word that was used to kill
Kelso Cochrane and Emmett Till
That was the word that the conscience eased
And made people pleased to hung you from trees
That was the word that let there whips crack
No matter what you say you can’t take it back
And I can say they’re black so I feel their pain easier
But 1915 look at Armenia
It’s the whole world this human stupidity
Though we choke ourselves to death quite literally
And I can talk with my comfortable mouth
With my comfortable cloths in my comfortable house
The tables will turn, We can but stall them
Every empire on this earth has fallen
So unless we can find another way
Maybe not today but it will come one-day
And it may sound like I’m bitter
But in-fact truth be told I am quite the opposite
I wake everyday and am overwhelmed
Just to be alive and be like no one else
And the sheer weight of the thought of space
Is enough to keep my little ego in place
All that we chase and try to replace
All along it was right in our face
The only way we can ever change anything
Is to look in the mirror and to find no enemy
The only way we can ever change anything
Look in the mirror and to find no enemy.

Berlin, Treffen Wir Uns Wieder! :)

From March 22nd – 25th I will be attending the ‘Arts Diplomacy Festival: Cultural Arts in Practice International Conference’ in Berlin. I am most definitely stoked!! πŸ™‚

The Arts Diplomacy Festival 2012 will explore how the arts can be used to change theory into practice and express, create and improve social awareness and diplomatic relations. The arts include a variety of mediums through which emotions and culture can be expressed: music, art, literature and sports, to name only a few. The program will examine how the arts can be used within the field of cultural diplomacy to initiate intercultural dialogue and cooperation through movement, thought and active expression…

The following issues will be mentioned and explored:

Breaking Boundaries: Creating Unique Opportunities for Diplomacy

  • The Cultural as Political
    (Focus: Academics and Politicians explaining Practical diplomacy in domestic and international politics; events to promote cultural interaction; music as societal critiques)
  • The Artistic Tool in National Policy
    (Focus: Nation Branding and cultural identity)
  • Positive Propaganda: Influential Ideas
    (Focus: Reversal of ideas; cinematography as a tool for cultural diplomacy)
  • Physical Diplomacy: An Open Global Invitation
    (Focus: Sports worldwide; breaking cultural boundaries through a common passion and united goal)
  • An Examination of German Cultural Expression
    (Focus: Progression from Baroque composers to the jazz culture of the 20’s and 30’s to the graffiti on the Berlin Wall)

Practical Cultural Diplomacy: A Blueprint for Advancing Cultural Diplomacy through the Arts

  • Music
    (Focus: The evolution of music as a tool for illuminating sentiments in society; expression of nationalist pride and revolution)
  • Dance
    (Focus: Dance as cultural expression; dance as a tool for cohesion)
  • Photography
    (Focus: Evolution of the recorded image as a tool for the media; its use in the advancement of cultural diplomacy)
  • Film and Theatre
    (Focus: Political and national satire as methods to build stronger diplomatic ties through the realisation of common goals: e.g.Β  joint film and theatre projects in conflict situations)
  • Urban and Street Art
    (Focus: Art as modernist expression and insight into emerging cultural trends)

Progression of Practical Diplomacy

  • Sense the World: Finding Expression Through Practical Diplomacy
    (Focus: New forms of expression; peaceful protest; practical technological diplomacy)
  • The Tastes of Diplomacy: Gastronomy as Intercultural Exchange
    (Focus: Food as an art form; benefits and disadvantages of globalization; the international marketplace)
  • The Written Word: The New Global Literature
    (Focus: New media; magazines and blogs; technological takeover)
  • Cultural Combinations in Practical Diplomacy
    (Focus: Original practical diplomacy ideas; case study of the Ice Wheel Chair Project)

Practical Diplomacy: Exploring the Possibilities

  • Progression in Practicality: National Practical Diplomacy
    (Focus: Development of practical and cultural diplomacy on national and international levels)
  • Accessing the Decision Makers
    (Focus: Psychology of celebrity in cultural diplomacy; the UN Ambassador scheme)
  • The Student Revolution
    (Focus: Introduction of cultural diplomacy societies at the university level; lessons and workshops on diplomacy)
  • Selling Cultural Diplomacy in Practice
    (Focus: Worldwide cooperation; marketing cultural diplomacy to national and international organizations and NGOs)

The City Where People from Dublin Have Irish Accents.

On Friday, January 20th after a short evening shift at work, I hopped on the train and arrived in London at 1:00 AM. Saturday was then filled with lots of food, a much anticipated trip to the Tate Modern, and an evening filled with more food, family, The Chakras (a band from Dublin, and friends of my brother’s) playing at The Borderline in central London, and a night cap at ‘The Maple Leaf’, a Canadian pub in Covent Garden. So here are some pics and vids of the weekend events. Enjoy xoxoxo

What. A. Fortnight.

To you,

Another long hiatus with a detailed update to come shortly – so many exciting things have happened and are to happen that I have very much been wanting to share, but alas time and energy has not allowed such a thing to occur. But for now, I return to this form of open discussion with a short film I recently came across in Aesthetic Magazine. It’s short. Sweet. Endearing. Paris and New York in a split screen love story. Not quite the equivalent of Durham and Indianapolis, but what the hey.. ;o) So click below for “A Love Story.”

Peace and love.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

To Perma-Artistify, or Not? La Question de Mystere Pour Ce Soir (and a class photo “I Spy” challenge)

To you,

I sit tonight in my flat, checkered button-up, skinnies, and knitted vesty, in front of my faux fire-place amongst a pile of papers, mags, shoes, and tea cups. The air above is chilled as for some odd reason the radiators have not kicked on. Laundry needs to be folded, things need to be tidied. With it being my first day off this week, and my only day off for the following, I have been sitting amongst a variety of thoughts, each lingering possibilities unknown and mysteries uncertain. From essay topics, to letters, to art projects, to struggling endeavours of the heart-felt and professionally inquisitive kind, I am sitting on a heap of enquiries.

In relation to this blog post’s title, yes, I have again started to linger upon the question of permanent artistry done to the human body. A.K.A – tattoos and piercings. I think, yes quite possibly, I am ready to embark on said actions. Not merely to follow a trend – although let’s admit, that cannot be avoided entirely – but I’ve always wanted a tattoo, have just not come up with the engravings as to which I would ‘artistify’ my body with. Yes, I am taking that step in making up words again to explain my thoughts. In regards to piercings – I have never been pricked with the needle of a piercing artist, and have never truly wanted to. But tonight I thought, hmm, why not? Nothing huge, nor heavy, just a hole punched in my face. Sounds awesome, right?! Not ear lobes – I like my ear lobes soft, smooth, and pure. Perhaps nose? or eyebrow? Or perhaps nose to eyebrow chain? Okay, so not serious on that last one. I’m leaning nose, just something small on either of the sides. My only question which shows my naivety in the matter – when you have a cold or allergies, how do you blow your nose without ripping the interior walls of the nasal area?? πŸ™‚

For the tattoo – a much more serious game than the prior. A piercing can easily be removed, whilst leaving a small scar of sorts, but nothing obstructive. A tattoo however – well its permanency is something of which intrigues me and deters me simultaneously. And the decisions are endless – where? what? symbol? text? colour? black? size? significance? I have been thinking about this tonight, and have some ideas in mind. I would love to go about this with the standard and somewhat douchey approach being “Go Huge! Or Go Home!” but alas, I think not. I love sleeves and half-sleeves, but perhaps quite a lot for the apprehensive. Hands, I quite enjoy especially when included within the cultural context of such. Shoulder blade I like as a blank plate for simplicity – almost like carving text into a stone slate. Neck, possibly, but would have to fit into context for me.

So apparently this is what creeps into my mind when I have the time to do so – I’m quite at peace right now – some worries, but I’m okay with that. And you know what – its thoughts like these that remind me that this is just me. I’m weird and at times extreme, but still rational and chill. I love to engage in adventures such as bungee jumping and sky diving, but I like to sit inside on a Saturday night with a cup of tea and an art mag; I love to travel and get lost, and run after trains and planes before they depart without me, but I also like to walk the hidden paths amongst the breeze off the sea and the grass the most luscious of greens; I love to snowboard, long board, and blade, but I also adore tennis, basketball, soccer/football, and squash. Do I want a motorcycle license? Yes. Do I like going to the shooting range? Sure do. Do I also like staying in and eating toast? Absolutely. I’m an odd ball, and you know why? Because my mama raised me right. πŸ™‚

Any tips or thoughts on the above, send ’em my way!

Peace and love.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

p.s – and as promised, here is my ‘class’/college photo. I’m holding it a bit back from the camera, but if you cannot guess which one is me even from an obscured angle, well then, you need to get to know me and my reputation better. πŸ˜‰

I spy with my little eye... something that stands out from the others.....

I Have Returned From Whence I Came. Well, Not Really, but I Was Hoping for Some Kind of Dramatic Proclamation of My Blogging Return.

To you,

Yes, I have been rather rubbish at writing for the past couple of weeks. For many different reasons I took a slight hiatus from the blogging-sphere, and now with the assistance of returned power to my lovely MacBook Pro, I am briefly here to proclaim a continuing existence on this little diddy.

Reasons for my hiatus: well, they vary somewhat. From the emotional and mental to the electrical, my oh my what a tale of such woes and fury these thoughts could dispel. Okay, not as such, but what a great description for my futuristic romance novel debut if I ever decide to choose that authorship path in life, eh? In all honesty, there were emotional, mental, and electrical dysfunctions of sorts but none so woeful and filled with fury. I have been having some on and off bits of stress and worry causing my moods to hit a rather low slum. I obviously miss those back home, but there are some definite significant kinks in my situation of which make living so far away that much harder. I’m still kicking though! Also, the battle of landing employment on this side of the pond has been rather frustrating, to say the absolute least. I have lived the past four years only being able to work a legal set amount of 20hrs/week as an International student in the U.S. and now here, I am fully legal to work whatever I can manage. And I have not been able to find anything past 20hrs/week. Having struggled for the past month being here without working – it truly has driven me mad some days – I have now found a ‘Casual’ position within catering at Durham University which is providing me with substantial wages to live. And when I say ‘live’ I by no means mean food, coffee, mobile phone bill (although that’s probably the least of the three). I of course mean rent, and rent alone. So I can live indoors, but I’ll be skin and bones. πŸ™‚ I am rather pleased to have found work though finally, because the few of you of whom I’ve spoken to most definitely know that my mood has suffered. So to those few, I will send you my employer’s address and you can mail him a letter thanking him for my halt in depressing phone calls and messages πŸ˜‰ .

In addition to said employment, I have also landed a week’s long gig of which I am extremely enthused with. I managed to secure a position as a Project Apprentice with the upcoming Lumiere Festival, which is a huge light-based art event in Durham. With local, national, and international artists collaborating and creating numerous light installations throughout the city, it is organized by a creative projects team from London and I’ll be working with them while they’re in the city. It also includes numerous workshops which will give further insight into what working within artistic related events on the grand scale entails. This apprenticeship alone pays almost a month’s work at my other job, so I’ll be banking a decent penny and working with people within the arts sector. Big air high fives all around!!

Apart from my employment updates, school is going well – the readings are still somewhat foreign to me and I’m having some difficulty with the fact that I am so academically behind these young grad students, having never studied European political history, or any political history for that matter. I’m indulging in some academic lectures of which I’m enjoying, such as the David Miliband lecture, and the lecture with the head of the Human Rights UK. More are approaching next week regarding the Arab Spring and other relative matters.

Having mentioned this to others, and possibly within my writings as well, I feel as though this was the year of all years thus far where me living on my own has been the right move. I’ve always wanted to experience living on my own, but have never had the financial means or opportunity to do so. It’s still a stretch here regarding finances, but I’m managing. I’ve definitely hit emotional and mental realizations in reference to the healing processes of which I’ve never given myself the time to ponder over in regards to numerous occasions tracing all the way back to Purdue (2003) and possibly even prior. I feel like my mind is slowly realizing that I have no roadblocks in making my way through the healing process – no roommates, flatmates, awkward unannounced interruptions, etc. I’ve a schedule, and I’ve my own space and time. Its been most definitely difficult the past couple of weeks, in trying to sort out my post-postgraduate plans because there is so much I want to start experiencing without hesitation, but unfortunately many of my dreams take place in numerous varying locations, and do not correlate with the others. Its been a struggle, and quite a significant one causing many days of feeling quite grey.. neither here, nor there. And as I mentioned, I have very significant things of which mean the most dearest of all my experiences right now and it can be very challenging to experience said things with my current set of events, a.k.a studying in Durham. I hate to be one of those people, but yes, I am sadly and pathetically complaining and crying over all the wonderful things occurring in my life right now. Go on. Looooaaaathe me. But to be quite honest, I think I am coming to realize and witness the surfacing of much hurt and pain that I’ve experienced over the past many years, which is refreshing to see it come to light, but not quite an assisting factor with all other stress occurring in the present! Oh well, one can’t control everything… or at least I haven’t discovered how to do so just yet..!

So that’s me right now. Part-time employed. Fantastic opportunity coming up in the next couple of weeks within the arts sector. Financing the dream of living indoors. And spending such a dream moping in said indoor space. Oh, and I’ve mailed out a bunch of letters, and more will be sent in the next few days. Watch those mailboxes people. I’ve yet to create my postcards, so you’ll have to settle for the even more old school letter writing. Pen and paper. My two most loved tools πŸ™‚

To add a brief catch-up to the not-so-brief tale of my woes and sorrows, here’s my latest timeline to catch you up even further!
Oct. 14 – Oliver (bruvah) and Georgina (pesty bestie) came to Durham in two separate yet highly coincidental visits
Oct. 17 – interviewed for Lumiere Festival, and received an offer πŸ™‚
Oct. 19 – Human Rights UK lecture (awesome awesome awesome)
Oct. 21 – went to Baltic Contemporary Art Centre for the Turner Prize exhibit in Newcastle
Oct. 21 – David Miliband lecture (fantastical)
Oct. 28 – did some temp work in a kitchen and was oddly offered a catering/front of house position literally as I stepped in the door
Oct. 29 – went to London for Oliver’s 29th birthday shindig
Oct. 30 – mysteriously misplaced my laptop charger in Oliver’s apartment only for it to be found after I had returned to Durham, therefore eliminating all computer usage until today
Oct. 31 – started my new job
Nov. 1 – discovered a small contemporary gallery in Durham which was to open an exhibit from the Tamarind Institute in New Mexico featuring one of my fave printmakers, Jim Dine’s pieces
Nov. 4 – my grand return to this blog thing, and my first night working a Durham formal dinner
Tomorrow – I shall longboard my way to the gallery to gaze at the Lithography featured pieces and attend a lecture from some art folk from London and abroad
Nov. 14 – 21st – Lumiere Festival and Apprenticeship take place
Dec. 7 – completion of the Michaelmas Term
Winter Hols – ???xoxoxoxox????

That’s me. How’s you?

Peace & love,

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Join Me in this Video Project in Support of the Discussion of Human Rights.

“Human rights are violated everyday in every country of the world. From the protection of minorities, refugees and prisoners, to the development of new categories of human rights for the protection of all humans, the fight for universal equality is a work in progress. We invite you to film the struggle for rights recognition and protection in your community to raise awareness and educate the world by filming with One Day on Earth on 11.11.11”