Been irritated by almost anything and everything of late: academics, people, work, technology, myself.
I want this phase to end.
With the soles of my shoes, I have walked meandering footpaths, crossed single-planked bridges, penetrated deep into wooden mountains, and ascended overhanging cliffs. My eyes have traced every road that stretches to the horizon, and I give no thought to any route of retreat. When my feet slip, and I tumble from a lofty peak to yet another precipice, I do, in fact, find lakes and mountains of an extraordinary kind. When that happens, everything becomes dream-like, rippling in an inverted reflection. There is true, great joy. Not only do I become more oblivious to fatigue, I also no longer know if I am young, middle-aged or old. I rise above myself, above the earth and even the universe. I feel lost, yet pleasantly surprised. Is it a dream? No, it is not. It is a microcosm of my artistic experience.In other news, I shall make sure I go back to Manhattan Fish Market on some occasion. Chocolate cake at Caramel (I think?) was amazing too, even if I'm usually not a chocolate fan (imagine how chocolate fans would react to it). A random trip to SAM also led us to works by seniors and a batchmate. Fun timez.
- Wu Guanzhong