Olen Hsu


The Exhibition runs through January 12 - February 27, 2015

The McCarthy Gallery is located on the third floor of McCarthy Hall and is open Monday - Friday, 9:00 AM - 8:00 PM.
Artist Talk Thursday January 15, 12:30 PM - 1:30 PM in McCarthy 257
Opening Reception Thursday, January 15, 6:30 PM - 8:00 PM

The Department of Art will be hosting a workshop by HSU at the VCSU Ceramic studio Thursday January 15, 9:00 AM - 11:00 AM.

Olen HSU received a MFA from the School of The Art Institute of Chicago and a BFA from the Kansas City Art Institute and a BA in History of Art and Architecture, minor in Music from Yale University.

Olen Hsu is the recipient of grants and fellowships from the New York State Council on the Arts, the National Endowment for the Humanities, the Dedalus Foundation, the AIM Program at The Bronx Museum of the Arts (New York), the Joan Mitchell Foundation, the John Michael Kohler Arts Center Arts/Industry Program, and the Turbulence Commission from New Radio and Performing Arts, Inc.  His work has been shown at The Bronx Museum of the Arts, New York.

Olen established a home and studio in Glenside, Pennsylvania, where he now lives. 


Artist Statement

I'm interested in quietness of form.  Weighted or taut, languid or drawn, I enjoy how the slightest undulation of a rim or lip can suggest a mood in something as plain as a cup or bowl or plate: a subtle wavering, in silhouette, might give breath and vulnerability and strength all at once.

I wheel-throw with porcelain for its slowness and for its pleasure, and thrown the porcelain thinly, waiting for the gentle personality of a pot to show itself.  I'm drawn to a particular plainness: one that offers mystery because it seems there's something else contained there in that empty space, something not entirely understood by words.

And so with glazes, too: milky, or waxy, or stony-or perhaps like a shell, or bone, or water, or skin-sometimes with the boldness that brilliance or darkness brings, if a form needs bright rose or emerald or the blackest black to assert its particular voice. But often the glaze is only a suggestion of a color, barely there, revealing, hopefully, something else in use and touch, maybe even tenderness.