Hello, I'm 千夏 (Qianxia), and you can call me Sia. I'm a design and advertising student currently based in NYC.
I draw inspiration from personal narratives, gender identity, culture, and the use of text in art. My interest in these areas is influenced by the works of Joseph Beuys, Michel Foucault, Virginia Woolf, and Franz Kafka, which have given me a deep understanding of humanistic theory and art history. This knowledge fuels my creativity and enables me to use design as a powerful tool to find innovative solutions for formal and conceptual challenges in the world.
With a background in advertising, I possess strong skills in visual communication and art direction, and I am constantly seeking new ways to apply these skills in meaningful ways that resonate with people. By infusing my designs with the unique stories, identities, and cultures of the people and communities I serve, I strive to make creations that are both aesthetically pleasing and emotionally resonant.
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And here’s the greeting from Sia
Salutations,
To my most graceful friend,
For I knew the instant we caught sight of each other,
That you and I were standing on the same side of the world,
Having saved the night, we had a talk the whole night long.
I only want my utterances to anchor me to the earth,
I only want to live more intensely and wish you the same.
People say my sealed fate of illusions and bleak fancies,
And yet I would find my way out from these soaring dreams.
Time, that lethal being,
Was I tormented by it then, is it still tormenting you now?
And I see, you too,
Follow a prospect of deliverance against the current,
In the illusion I leave behind.
At Macondo, finding recompense in The Waste Land,
On Wuthering Heights, digging for love buried by Fortune,
At the lighthouse, beaming for a feeble glimmer of humanity.
Until the first rays of sunlight, when you tell yourself,
“I would buy myself flowers”.
Time and Fortune will separate our union,
Save for the words that Time had nurtured,
And the perpetual evils that Fortune has recycled.
Sins have free vein to show their forms in my world.
Do you see the same?
My kinsmen are silenced in a land of despair,
Like the echoing snow year after year,
My simple wish is to blow a gust of freshness.
The snow is echoing again,
For me, Time has come; and I leave my message to you:
Safeguard our wordless encounter,
And may you find peace and cheer within my words.