It’s late and I’m tired so this will be a pathetically short post.
Today was a day of contrasts. As it was such a beautiful morning, I decided to spend it at People’s Park – an incredibly calm place despite being right in the centre of the city. I sauntered. I sat. I watched the tai chi and the chess and the card games and the reflections on the lake.
This evening Ling Min took me to an opening at the Power Station of Art. The show was enormous, as was the building. The roof terrace alone could hold multitudes. It was a design show, with a huge focus on urban living/planning/ecology, but it was the small pieces that did it for me: a mirror that only worked when two people stood before it; a wooden chest of drawers with a woodwormesque holey design and a water calligraphy machine for temporarily marking city pavements. Almost pointless, in a good way.
