Jialing Boats I (below) and Jialing Boats II (left)
Both 36cm x 53cm
Oil on Paper (coated with white glue)
The nice thing about sitting at home and doing nothing is that ideas generate. Calmly calculating, making plans, thinking about things without actually doing, continually thinking, thinking thinking, you realize the things that are at the top of your "I must do"---no. "I need to do" list. There's nothing that you must do. Must is such a pushy, demanding word that seems to take us off of "go with the flow" freedom. Need, on the other hand, seems to have more to do with inner yearning. For example I needed to ride down to the bus station on my bike and buy three Chinese fritters. It wasn't something that I had to do.
Yesterday my need to paint the boats being built on the south bank of the Jialing River reached a climax. Just as I was preparing to go a painter neighbor called and invited me to go down to an old port where he often does paintings. After a long talk in my kitchen about the state of the arts as we see it (which means very little) I convinced him to go with me down to paint the boats.
In one chilly afternoon I managed to complete a list of "needs", needs simmering some for half a year now. In one afternoon, I felt oil gliding across sized paper once again, I smeared paint with throw-away plastic kitchen mitts, I mixed charcoal lines with oil color and I finally got down to paint a part of this urban area that I have always loved: life along the river.
The Spring Festival being right around the corner, the workers have all departed except for one lonely guy who has to watch the work site to keep people form stealing scrap metal. This means that the work site will be vacant for the next 2 weeks or so. Enough time for me to get quite a few paintings done.
This video was sent to me by a friend of mine. It follows painter Wang Ke Ju from Shandong Province out west. He stops and paints giant landscape paintings along the way. In addition to seeing how Wang works, the video also gives a very unique look at rural China, a China few of us have a chance to see. To view this video first wait for it to start. Then look for the play, pause and a circular icon to appear in the bottom left of the video screen. The circular icon appears when the download has paused because it is downloading too slow to be viewed. To prevent this from happening, click on the pause icon to pause the video (play icon will appear). The video will continue to download slowly. After an hour or more, come back to view the video without interruption.
She is becoming an old bitch
and I an old bastard.
I can see it from afar
as she walks from the ATM
still some distance away
in her topcoat and boots,
hair pulled back,
thick rimmed glasses.
I can see it when I glance in the mirror
or the shop windows
or hear my grumpy voice complaining and
It isn't as easy as it was before.
The fun is over or less easily gotten.
Unable to confess secret pleasures
we huddle down
stare out at the mist
breath in the haze
swim in the damp air like Li Bai's unending verses.
Chuangze's confusing ballads are how we
embrace the malaise.
Fate is how we measure the days.
Life becomes Swiss Miss cocoa
or spicy cod with lemon juice
or fresh roasted coffee,
crepes with sweet sauce,
and rice roasted in a flat iron skillet
covered in beans.
I am becoming an old bastard
and she is turning into an old bitch
well before our time.
my head spins
it isn't because I'm thinking of you
I am thinking of you
but this isn't why I feel high
though iit does help
Fuzzy Pink Beret
Today is my day off. One of many this year that I will pass
anywhere but here among crowds, among flashy synthetic
and disco colors. Of course, I felt for the ticket girl. Did you?
Of course not. Your too busy. And what of the one in
fur and leather, head to toe strutting as if on a runway. Weren't you impressed by how quickly she ordered that grande?
She doesn't seem worried about the cappuccino effect. Nothing to pity there, sucking down a fag as if it were her first in a long time. Deep down, all the way down into those stiletto heals, inhale after inhale before running off into the cold.
God damn, what color lipstick is that?
Hardly have my eyes rested.
DKYN rainboots are closer to vermillion
and the nicotine is wearing off.
an hour at the bank
an hour at the post office
an hour on the bus
an hour trying to figure out my life.
the pivot is sexy
the hinge is sexy
the counterbalance is sexy
the controposto is sexy