都市 之二
The Two Cities by Wu Guanzhong
"We shall not explore the scarce mineral reserves left over by westerners. Rather, we should learn their state-of-the-art exploration technology to explore our own mineral reserves."
A trip to the museum in which I revisited an exhibition I've seen before several months back. Sometimes I distinguish certain phases of my life by envisioning the kinds of portraits different artists would paint of me. Some years back, it was Dali. Then I felt more like Warhol. Then, Adam Cullen. Now I think it is Wu Guanzhong. Though he rarely paints people, there is something about his pieces that I seem to be able to relate to at this point in my life which I think I might not have previously. Something about his houses make me feel homesick even though I haven't even left yet, and in the mundaness of it all, there is vitality. A universality in all his subjects and nothing artificial at all. Maybe it's just his philosophy in life. I realise today that most of my favourite artists, though somewhat different in nature, seem to have a definite rebellious streak in them, and this could be purely coincidental though I'd certainly like to think it means more than that.