Hangzhou, China, June 10th 2015
We spent a beautiful day with our friend at his studio. The memories of that day are fresh and minty. It was a beautiful spring day. The studio was breezy and cool. The smell of fresh green sprouts filled my nostrils.
Julia played the Guqin “古琴” on the deck and I dabbed black ink on white Chinese paper. My friend has tried many times to explain to me what it means to be an artist, but I believe everyone has their own rendition of reality.
I love art. I have learnt to appreciate art over time. I have learnt to get lost in that special slice of time, emotion, circumstance and space that the artist has presented.