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General Curator: Ananda Zhao
General Consultant: Zongde Deng
Curator:Livin Liu
General Secretary :James Tian
Judging Panel
Dmytro Tytula( Ukrain)、 Lily Baylon Escritora( Spain)、 Lucilla Trapa(Italy/Switzerland)、 Maki Starfield (Japan)、 Rika Inami ( Japan)、Sabrina De Canio( Italy)、Tobias Burghardt(Germany)、Fahredin Shehu( Kosovo)、Xiao Suhong( China)、Zhang Yan( China)、Meilan Zheng(China)
Sponsor
International Art Education & Therapy Development Academic Association(IAETDAA)
Life is a flowing celebration, an interplay of light and shadow, a dance between fragmentation and wholeness. In these uncertain times, art becomes our medium for touching the essence of existence—a gentle force that mends the fractures of the soul.
This exhibition, titled "Celebration of Being" brings together 26 artists from 19 countries, each interpreting reverence for life through diverse forms—painting, music, digital art, poetry, and more. These works are not merely visual narratives but dialogues of the heart—exploring the alchemy of trauma, the transcendence of struggle, and the aesthetics of resilience found within vulnerability.
Each piece is a poetic inquiry into existence, a healing offering to the world.
Here, art transcends passive expression to become an active practice of restoration. We believe true celebration resides not in applause, but in the courage to face shadows and transform them into light.
Step into this cross-border conversation of life. May you find here your own moment of repair and awakening.
the Inner Fortress: A Journey of Self-Discovery
In the depths of our being, a spark lies in wait,
A flame that flickers, yet burns with a steady state.
A fire that forges, our innermost might,
A strength that's hidden, yet yearns to take flight.
Let's embark on a journey, to discover and explore,
The uncharted territories, of our inner shore.
Let's delve into the depths, of our soul's darkest night,
And uncover the treasures, that lie hidden in plain sight.
For we are stronger, than we think w
Sanctuary
There are secrets that no one knows,
dark oceans in the deepest depths of the mind
that you have not discovered so far.
It is the breaths that seek union with the divine,
two bodies,
one idea,
infinite light of love.
Sparkles of magic sensing the desire
to break silences,
to break chains,
to sail into the sacred sanctum of the soul
until the resonance of redemption is revealed,
with a clear destiny to listen to
small and great truths
in your deep, troubled waters
until they arise to the touch of the
Women
Woman,
You are alive
A mother
A daughter
Womens,
We respect eachother
We support each other
When we are together
Woman,
A friend
That we never leave you at your hard time
Woman,
The creativity
The poetry
The art
Woman we must celebrate and be respected everyday
Guadalupana soy hasta la muerte.
Madre, aquí me encuentro,
Agradecida, frágil, vulnerable
Amándote cada día y bendiciendo
Haber tenido la dicha de ser tu hija
Tu fiel aprendiz...poco soy frente a tu brillo
Oscuridad junto a tu luz...
Sólo quiero,
Que mi padre me permita estar cerca de tí
Lo suficiente,
En esta vida y en tantas muertes
Para poder despertar,
En un poco de tu luz.
Madre, mi morenita,
Se que estos días, no han sido fáciles
Y que tu sufres por tus hijos,
Por los que están,
Los que se han ido,
Por los
FROM DARK TO LIGHT
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
– and sings the tunes without the words –
and never stops at all.”
Emily Dickinson
In this time of fog and thick smoke
in the alien, heavy silence
we walk in intricate labyrinths -
in the night a swirling void
surrounds us.
An oblique wind creeps
in the indistinct darkness.
And suddenly a small light makes its way
First- flickering, vibrating
Then - warmer as moved by nuanced sounds.
It is the Hope that returns and finds its path.
Gen
Insecurities
maybe all these insecurities
we carry
are because nowhere on this planet guarantees a place
to be our forever home
A memory
Night gives way to day,
The sun cannot shine forever.
Spring pox adorns the ground,
But it can't stay forever either...
Only memory lives forever
We remember with our eyes closed.
How many years back
We are looking for a happy day.
Memories last forever
Distances do not choose years.
It is a song that touches the heart,
We do not understand ourselves.
The earth rotates, the sun rotates,
The years are linked without words,
Eternity does not exist entirely,
Infinity is stable in the universe
FOR MASTERS OF PEN AND WORD
Ah, the masters of pen and word!
You're waiting for a speech and praise...
I'm ready to talk all night,
Only the listener wouldn't get tired.
But what can I say in my defense,
I have lived a creative lesson,
I'm glad to see you.,
I have accumulated emotions for the future.
The lords of the pen and the word!
We learn from everyone and everything,
In poetry, the stanza is the basis,
It takes off, carrying us into the storm.
My stanza is live,
And the heart beats in unison,
I'm just a
Peace Is
PEACE IS
The perfect unity
of spirit and body.
Peace -
the table of truth.
Let us become perfectly Whole.
Humanity.
In Love
and Joy.
The Creation.
And bright youth for no reason.
In our souls. Into exile.
Peace is a brotherly meeting of souls.
And do not tolerate hate,
disbelief and every thing,
dressed up for edification.
World peace.
The reward is near.
For the wise Mankind.
And every affection should be pure.
Peace in our hearts!
Let it shine!
MJESEČE, ZLATO MOJE
Da se budimo ko nekad.
Mi - da ostarimo zajedno.
Poslije toga, da ne želim ništa.
Ništa - da ne želim ja.
Još proplanke - i puteljke
pamtim sve.
Ništa više - ništa isto nije.
Ni ognjište staro.
Ostarile ruke - nestale su Njene.
Zašto, - zašto nismo...
Nismo više - srećni mi.
O - Mjeseče žuti, dunjo moja -
zrela, i jesenja...
Vidi... A, malehan sam ja.
Molim te - mjeseče mili...
Obasjaj mi puteve ,...
Daj mi biser - dukate tvoje...
Obraduj me Otkrovenjem
novim...
Nema snova - umrli su dani ti.
Sv
Ananda Zhao
Autism Awareness Charity Exhibition
" In a world we are all interconnected" , my submission for The Cycle of Life exhibition, is both a continuation of this Returning to the Core and Love series and a pivotal moment in this empowering healing journey.
Core Concept: Integrating "Art + Technology + Healing" to create the world's first holistic art therapy ecosystem merging Eastern philosophy, AI-generated art, smart hardware, and immersive experiences.
In Letting You Go, I Finally Began to See
The moment I was born, she effortlessly became my grandmother. A new life’s arrival, it seemed, carried with it an update to every familial role. I called her "Grandma" in countless moments—when strangers offered seats on the bus, when a petite silver-haired figure emerged from behind our North Ga
In Letting You Go, I Finally Began to See
The moment I was born, she effortlessly became my grandmother. A new life’s arrival, it seemed, carried with it an update to every familial role. I called her "Grandma" in countless moments—when strangers offered seats on the bus, when a petite silver-haired figure emerged from behind our North Gate apartment door, when third-grade Wednesdays meant racing home to her golden egg pancakes. Those tender crepes, rolled with stir-fried potatoes and bean sprouts, saw my eight-year-old self devouring seven or eight at a sitting, sometimes forcing down one extra just to hear her chuckle: "Look how DouDou relishes every bite!" To this day, I believe loving and making others feel loved are separate acts—my childhood instinct knew that savoring a cook’s offerings might be life’s purest love language.
Three days after her passing, I attempted the psychological "empty chair" exercise. Staring at our photographs until the edges blurred, I conjured her presence—those shrewd obsidian eyes glinting beneath papery lids, that perpetual half-smile curling like autumn leaf edges. The question slipped out unbidden: "Grandma, did you love me?" No hesitation colored her reply, only the familiar rustle of her quilted jacket as she leaned forward: "In our days, we didn’t speak of love. We lived. We stayed. You were my first granddaughter—that was the truth of it."
Born in 1945, she’d navigated ration coupons and grain queues; I arrived in 2000 amid abundance, free to ponder life’s whys. How strange—blood relatives separated not just by decades, but by entire universes of experience.
That day, I strained to see through her eyes, knowing the futility: granddaughter and grandmother, our bond predefined by duty’s unspoken contract—her nourishing my childhood, me tending her twilight years. Yet beneath these inherited roles lived Wang Jiansheng: woman who hated mutton but gnawed chicken feet with gusto, who stored walnut kernels in floral tins "for brain health," whose quick fingers could shuffle mahjong tiles faster than any senior center shark. When dementia-free at eighty, she’d still outcalculate pharmacy scams while munching sunflower seeds.With this understanding, I’ve not only personally witnessed my grandson’s journey as a caregiver, but have long embraced her as a radiant, unique individual – complete with distinctive routines, passions, and an authenticity that illuminates her place in the world.
During our final imagined conversation, she cut me off with a bookie’s grin: "Enough tears—I’ve got enough old pension to win at mahjong." My laughter caught, jaw stiffening as if her dentures had migrated to my mouth. Later, I drew the feeling with my left hand, friend didn't know the cause, but he said that he felt - we kept drawing a circle, and the end of the circle was another starting point.Like the Diamond Sutra says—"Allcomposed things are like a dream,a phantom, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning.This is how to meditate on them,this is how to observe them."(Thich Nhat Hanh,1992)Thank you, Madam Wang Jiansheng, for the pancake-scented memories. Thank you for teaching me death’s bittersweet grammar. Today I stand here—love spoken, gratitude given, apologies tendered, farewells whispered. May your next journey be smooth as combed silver hair, complete as a winning mahjong hand, free as nut shells scattering in the wind.
Circle of Life
A circle is the perfect shape.
There is no beginning and no ending.
Round and round it takes you
On a continuous eternal journey.
All the edges are smooth.
There are no flaws to trip you.
It is calming, it is pleasing and
It has a rhythm all its own.
Our journey on mother earth is
Perfectly expressed as a circle of life.
We erupt int
Circle of Life
A circle is the perfect shape.
There is no beginning and no ending.
Round and round it takes you
On a continuous eternal journey.
All the edges are smooth.
There are no flaws to trip you.
It is calming, it is pleasing and
It has a rhythm all its own.
Our journey on mother earth is
Perfectly expressed as a circle of life.
We erupt into this world, move through it
And, when the time is right, fade away.
A current disconnect has left our hearts
Unaware of this beautiful cycle.
We are bereft when we lose those close to us.
And unable to move from our place of grief.
We need circle of life communities
To help us dance to this rhythm.
Filled with the joyful noises of new life,
And the sounds of humanity playing.
Front porches filled with rockers
Holding smiling elders exuding love.
Parents in their free time immersed in
Playing with the young, supported by their elders.
Neighborhoods united in saying goodbye
To those returning to the dust that formed them.
Celebrating their lives in joyful shared stories
With memories we hold dear in our hearts.
Communities united to celebrate new souls
Bursting noisily onto the scene.
Stepping in to the empty spaces left by those gone.
Offering hope for the future in their tiny hands.
The circle is a continuous celebration
An honoring of every stage of life
From newly emerging to recently departed,
As well as every moment in between.
Along it's arc we come together as one
To perform a beautiful shared dance
Fueled by a pulsing, irresistible heartbeat.
Our souls joyfully and harmoniously in sync.
We are a community who walk together
Our path unfolding - arrival, life, death, rebirth -
In a pattern as old as the universe
The circle of life.
Ananda Zhao
International Day of Disabled Persons Special Public Welfare Project x The Disability Arts Healing Program
The Awesome Interactive Board is an innovative interactive installation that redefines how participants engage with learning and communication through a multisensory experience. It allows users to interact through touch, sound, and sight, adapting to individual interactions to personalize the learning journey. This design not only unfolds different narratives but also enhances understanding by building logical connections, making itanin clusive tool that caters to diverse learning preferencesandabilities.
"Maze" is an interactive web project that simulates the experience of navigating a control system, drawing inspiration from common online disturbances such as spam sites, irrelevant advertisements, and viruses. The project incorporates interactive areas that introduce unpredictable disruptions, emphasizing themes of control and frustration. Users explore the system by clicking on various entrances, which leads them through different pages. Each page presents unique challenges that mimic the difficulties typically encountered during internet browsing. This design not only reflects the chaotic nature of the web but also engages users in a thought-provoking way.
The Third Eye is a wearable device meticulously crafted for navigation, harnessing the power of infrared waves to detect nearby obstacles. Equipped with an infrared sensor, it promptly alerts users through visual cues and buzzer vibrations, ensuring public awareness. In experimental trials, the visual alerts not only enhance the confidence of individuals with disabilities but also foster a stronger sense of connection with the broader community.
Ananda Zhao
<Space Love> installation 2022
Chandler's work not only explores space sexuality but also poetically expresses life in zero gravity. In a weightless environment, everyday actions like putting on pants or using a spoon become elegant floating dances. The "Space Sex Ring" encourages us to re-evaluate these daily activities, elevating them to a new aesthetic level and appreciating the complexity and beauty of human interaction. This project showcases Chandler Cheng 's unique philosophical perspectiv
Ananda Zhao
This book could also be used as a helping tool for therapists in therapy with children, or a book for public education and promotion of mental health. May we all awaken and connect with the moon flower in our hearts, caring for and nourishing our little seeds on the journey
This is a performance art piece that has no script, no rehearsal, and no one who attends knows about the performance art display. The entire process is an improvisational interaction between the artist and the participants. The stories depicted in the image are the stories that the artist experienced and felt during the process of reviewing the performance art.
This is a short film recording the whole process of the author eating dessert.
Ananda Zhao
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