Born in Huế, Vietnam in 1964, Bui came over with his family after spending three and a half years in labor camps. He spoke no English but quickly learned, earned his high school GED, and later graduated from the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, receiving a first prize for illustration which opened a lot of doors. He was awarded a traveling scholarship and visited Italy, saturating himself in art.
Art & Object spent six hours with Bui in his large Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by Goya prints, original de Kooning, Guston, and Rackstraw Downes drawings, countless sculptures and paintings given as gifts, along with hundreds and hundreds of books. He reads voraciously. When we met, he was reading The Idealist about Kissinger. During our free-wheeling conversation, Bui often bookended his answers with insightful views on current affairs. We began by discussing the difference between a trip and a journey. Bui said, “Creative beings have a need to leave their home. They take a journey, a lifelong labor of love that never ends.”
Dian Parker: When you arrived in the States, did you know your journey had begun?
Phong Bui: As a child, I knew. My beloved grandmother, a Buddhist, had a deep influence on me. She said, “Grandson, when you grow up, you will suffer like everyone else and never think your suffering is better than theirs. Be sure to suffer in the right way.” It means to love what you love and you follow it, no matter what. I spent one year at the New York Studio School and was very unhappy—my first year in New York. Then, I had an epiphany when I went to MoMA, alone for the first time, and recognized the soul of an artist, this holiness of life.
















