I shoud spend more time at this place in the future. Thank god I came here today.

Since what time we started to celebrate x'mas in early November, before temperature drops, before we can feel a slice chill? Is festivity the synonym to shopping spree? The longer it takes, the more exciting? It's a once a year thing afterall. Why bother?

Call me blind.
The shades and shadows let somberness dawn on me. Or I should not have let them done it.
What is done cannot be undone.
''Erase and rewind, I have been chaning my mind...''

I bumped into this decent looking young man at DNM. FYI, DNM is a mall that sells ''hip'' fashion items in Causeway Bay, next to the Regal Hotel. It is also where MOCA China, HK base, is situated. But the young man is just exhibiting his first solo show in the mall, supported by DNM and Canon, which the profits he makes from this show will partially go to the Obis (spell check later, can't spell these days!) Orbis.

So it looks like DNM is striving to promote local culture. Props. I like artists who speak the same language. I can't say I have seen many of their works, but artists of my generation, in general, lacks sex in their language. What I'm referring to the the language in art. As if it is a denominator amongst us; all of a sudden I thought to myself, where did this romanticsm go? I haven't heard of stories with robust fundamentals anymore. Not even for myself. Being consistently worried about crossing the boundaries. This city is actually not that uninspirational, maybe it's just the air that we in-take.

close your eyes and you'll see me

right there

use me

use the line

your voice spoke to me many months after

after you vanished

your presence, though, was everywhere

you invisibly followed me in my dreams and nightmares

you made a comment on every step i took

every single object

every scene i saw

red. blue. purple. lights. faces. walls. flowers. drops. fabrics. chairs. books. stamps. cities. smells.

* * *

your voice is there, always there

at the beginning it haunted me for 24 hours, then it slowed down to 12 hours, 'til...

it only whispered from time to time at some awkward hours

one day suddenly, i realized that your voice stopped talking to me

and i can't remember when exactly it ceased

i tried to remember when it was, the last time you spoke to me

and which were you last works

blank

silence in the outside world

and silence inside as if i was internally deaf

 

** ZHOU YI'S "MY HEART LAID BARE" THROUGH JANUARY 10, 2009 AT OOIBOTOS GALLERY **