Cloud stream - Ho Viet Vinh Architect & Partners

***Suối mây – Cloud stream***
*Vinhho, Arcylic on canvas, Dallat 2020*

Solid and rough are the emotions of Da Lat. Spatial topography consists of interlaced hills, layers hidden under layers of cold pine forests. In that autumn silence, the clouds are the witch who transforms to soften the rough, dry and cold.

CLOUD STREAM
Following the wind, the stream flows in all directions,
The foggy road is dotted with flying dew drops.
Love is drunk at night in dreams,
Filled with the call of the human realm.

SUỐI MÂY
Theo làn gió suối tuôn về muôn nẻo,
Đường mù sương lấm tấm hạt sương bay.
Tình men say gối đêm vào giấc mộng,
Cho ngập lời tiếng gọi cõi nhân sinh.
ho viet vinh. dallat 2019

Next project | Harvest

“Harvest, the golden hues evoke the poetic allure of a ripe field. The textured amber expanse whispers of abundance and the cycle of life, where each brushstroke is a hymn to the earth’s generosity. Darker, shadowy lines intersect, suggesting the inevitable passage of time and the shadows that dance upon life’s bounty. This interplay of light and dark captures the ephemeral nature of harvest.”

***Harvest***
*Vinhho, Acrylic on canvas, 97x130cm, Maison d’Art, 2024*

Next project | Suối Rao

***Aquaduct***
*Photo by Vinhho, Maison de l’Eau*

Suối vẫn reo theo nhịp của thời cuộc để âm thầm vá víu những thương tổn hiện sinh.

Dòng nước nương nhờ địa thế len lỏi tự do toả vết tràn ngập, biến cả khung trời rộng lớn nằm gọn trong chiếc bát ngửa mặt nhìn mây. Tiếng lách tách của cá đớp nước, tiếng va đập vào nhánh củi khô, tiếng gió reo lăn tăn phủ bạc lấp lánh soi bóng cả một khoảng rừng non, tiếng vỗ không thành tiếng của loài cò trắng trên mặt nước, thong thả tìm cơ hội trong cuộc mưu sinh đầy nghiệt ngã. Trong cái nắng nhẹ một buổi chớm đông, nhịp chảy âm thầm vọng ra từ thân cầu dẫn nước (aquaduct) tạo nên một hoà âm đầy tĩnh lặng.

Kiến trúc sư Hồ Viết Vinh.30112025

Next project | Triumph

Triumph

The interplay of deep reds and blues evokes a cosmic dance, where the intangible whispers its presence across the surface of being. This visual symphony captures the essence of triumph, a celebration of the invisible forces shaping reality. The textures and hues blend seamlessly, creating a sense of depth that invites contemplation. It is a portrayal of the silent dialogue between the visible and the invisible, a testament to the power of abstract art to reveal the profound mysteries of the universe.

Next project | Cloud

Solid and rough are the emotions of BaoLoc. Spatial topography consists of interlaced hills, layers hidden under layers of cold pine forests. In that autumn silence, the clouds are the witch who transforms to soften the rough, dry and cold.

CLOUD
Following the wind, the stream flows in all directions,
The foggy road is dotted with flying dew drops.
Love is drunk at night in dreams,
Filled with the call of the human realm.
Vinhho.2022

Next project | Vietnam Traditional Architecture & Art

The Vietnam Traditional Architecture and Art Gallery features buildings representing the three regions of Vietnam: Hanoi, Hue, and Saigon. Selected works showcase the quintessential artistic values of Dai Viet culture (Northern region), Champa culture (Central region), and Oc Eo culture (Southern region).
Architectural types include communal houses, temples, pagodas, palaces, tomb houses, and traditional homes, crafted from materials such as wood, stone, and terracotta. In addition to architectural works, the gallery space also exhibits wood carvings, stone sculptures, and intricate decorative details.

Type
Art gallery
Year
2015
Location
University of Architecture of Ho Chi Minh City
Team
Ho Viet Vinh
Mai Que Vu

Next project | The VIDE Villa

Next project | GLINT

GLINT

The interplay of these hues, it conjures images of a visual symphony, each segment of the painting whispering a different melancholic melody or vibrant cheer. This piece truly captures the ineffable ‘glint’ of emotions.
Ho Viet Vinh

Next project | VOICES of NATURE

Bathing in the mist of the mountains and forests, we are like super crooked footsteps. Overconfidence has given way to humble trembling. Following the breath we look back at the decaying frame of the mythical years. I falter, bowing my head not to beg, but to apologize for the unruly bare-headed man.

Voices of nature

The melodious reverberation of the mountains and forests,
Clouds cover the rising sun,
I silently curled up in the wind,
Absorb the mist of the dawn light.