Friday, 8 November 2013

Images of China

My first trip to China was packed into a busy 10 days in Shanghai and Beijing - meeting artists and arts professionals, and seeing many, many sights. Here, in no particular order, are some of my favourite images:



Shanghai Elephant

Old Palace, Shanghai

 Shanghai Dragon

Shanghai Deer

Shanghai Scooter

Shanghai Grafitti

Tea with the Aussies


Bullfrog (Bufffet at the Hotel Intercontinental, Shanghai)

The New

The Old

Shanghai Grafitti (my fave)

Former French Concession Window Display, Shanghai

Woman in Shanghai Park

Former French Concession, Shanghai

Former French Concession, Shanghai

Mind Your Head: Art (M50 Arts Complex, Shanghai)

Forbidden City, Beijing

The Bund, Shanghai

Peace in Beijing

All of Our Friends

Go Be

Beijing Airport

Beijing Motorway

Forbidden City Street Sweeper

Back alley, Beijing

Love in the Paris in the Beijing

Millions of Gourmet, Shanghai

Eating at Millions of Gourmet

Beijing Street Kiosk

Artist at 798 Arts, Beijing

Departure Gate Loo

My Way Home

Final Impressions: Ancient Beijing / Contemporary Beijing

The next two days (my last in China) I spend on foot or in cabs, walking around central Beijing, exploring an arts complex in the south of the city, visiting some ancient sites, and seeing some very modern ones. These are the highlights:

Sign in Beijing Subway

Garden in Beijing

Wedding Photo Session

Wedding Graffiti, Beijing Hutong

Beijing Hutong

Dentist Office, Beijing

1) The Lama Buddhist Temple.

A lovely, tranquil site despite the many tourists, and worshippers, and tourist/worshippers. 

Tibetan Lama Temple

Tibetan Lama Temple

Tibetan Lama Temple

Tibetan Lama Temple

Tibetan Lama Temple

Tibetan Lama Temple (ceiling detail)

Tibetan Lama Temple

Incense wafts through the air. Young and old spin brass prayer wheels or kneel holding burning incense to their foreheads. The ancient temple site - converted to a temple centuries ago - is a large complex of many ornately hand-painted buildings containing many statues of the Buddha, in his many manifestations. One of the most memorable is an 18 metre tall Buddha carved out of a single piece of sandalwood. This Buddha is enormous, blue, and barely contained in the three story temple in which he stands, with giant flowers on his shoulders. 

18m Tall Buddha

The atmosphere everywhere is calming and lovely. And there are a plethora of young, and hipply dressed, worshippers. Buddhism, it seems, is cool.

2) Best Dumplings EVER. 

An hour or two later, I wander into a tiny place on a narrow hutong (alley) that has a sign out front: Various Dumplings. I order the "8 kinds of green vegetables" dumplings. Astonishing. Delicious. The woman who serves me asks me to point out where i am from on a map on the wall. This map - unlike the ones i grew up with in Canada - features China in the middle. North America is a foreshortened landmass squeezed over on the right. As anyone who saw that episode on the West Wing knows, maps are political. The Dumpling Woman is delighted to learn i am from Canada, and she points to the TV while telling me why. I have no idea what she is saying, being a dolt languageless tourist in this country, but i like her, her food, and her friendliness. She poses for a photo, taking off her work coat and straightening her hair. Sadly - only in this photo did her warm smile disappear. Maps are political, and cameras miss the truth.

Various Dumplings

The hutong her shop is in, like the one my hotel is in, like the ones i wander through for hours, are typical of old Beijing. Apparently, these alleyways used to be ubiquitous, but vast networks have been torn down to make way for the "modern city". In central Beijing, however, there are still many to be found. It is this network of smallness in the midst of vastness that really draws me to the city. 

Beijing Hutong

Beijing Hutong

Beijing Hutong

I realize i like this town a lot.

3) Tiananmen Square

Huge. That's really all i have to say. I just look at it from the northern edge - where the entrance to the Forbidden city is. 

Tiananmen Square

No tanks or men with grocery bags. Just a vast empty space, ringed with tourists. Although, two days after i stand here, and in this very spot, an attack occurs wherein 5 people are killed and forty injured as an SUV ploughs into the tourist crowd, and then detonates. Early news reports indicate it is an attack tied to Uighur separatists. 

4) The Forbidden City

Outside Main Gate of Forbidden City, Beijing

Also huge. Too big to see in an afternoon. What i hadn't clocked before was that the name "city" isn't a misnomer. There are many, many buildings, and many vast open spaces. It gets its name from its 500 year long stint as the home of the emperor - where no one could enter or leave without the emperor's permission. Although, in modern Mandarin, it is officially referred to as simply the "Palace Museum". 

Forbidden City, Beijing

Forbidden City, Beijing

Forbidden City, Beijing

Forbidden City, Beijing

What most appeals to me is a ceramics collection in a building i wander into - a display of China in China, from about 7000 years ago to now. Some of the most ancient of these relics look, to my eye, as modern as anything i could find in a fancy store in Paris or Berlin. 

 Qing Dynasty piece. Dated 1662-1722 AD

 Yuan Dynasty piece. Dated 1271-1368 AD

 Southern Song Dynasty piece. Dated 1127-1279 AD

 Tang Dynasty piece. Dated 618-907 AD

Neolithic Era piece. Dated 5400-4000 BCE

It turns out that one of my favourite pieces - simple, elegant, beautiful - was made somewhere around 5000 BC. it's a shocking discovery. Human artistry doesn't evolve, it seems. It may shift from one era to the next, from one style, form or fashion to another, but we are no more or less creative than ever. This 7000 year old vase is beautiful to my 21st century eye.

A jarring slap in the face is the exit from the Forbidden City at its northern wall. I walk out in a revery, and am accosted by a sea of aggressive entrepreneurs trying to sell me memorabilia, watches or rickshaw rides. also ranged along this street are beggars - a collection of some of the most mutilated humans i have ever seen - with missing limbs, enormous scars, crutches, and horrifically burned faces. several are singing, karaoke style, along with boom boxes, displaying their injuries to the sea of tourists. This is a pageant of desperation under the shadow of an emperor's palace. I wonder how long something like this has been here. I hurry past, overwhelmed. These few hundred metres are unlike the Beijing in which i have been wandering for the last two days, and i am eager to return to calm anonymity of the hutongs, and dumpling shops.

4) 798 Arts

Housed in a vast factory complex designed by East German engineers in a Bauhaus style the 1950s, is a collection of galleries, cafes, and shops. For a Toronto resident, it feels exactly like the Distillery District, but about 20x the size. The whole thing is referred to as 798 Arts - after the number name of one of the old factories. At first it is hard to find an artist among all the bars, cafes and restos with their plethora of lattes and laid-backedness. I think the artistic hey day for this area may have passed a few years ago (there is, apparently, another similar district further south and less commercial - one which i am sad to have only learned about when back in toronto). Nonetheless, i find some lovely work in a few of the galleries, and am amazed at how the commercialization of Artsyness is happening here as well. 

The headless party man

 Red Venus - 3D digital style

 A Wang Keping carving

A photo by Luo Dan - using glass plates to make photos of people living in rural China - as if time has stopped in these regions

 Photo manipulation by Yu Xiao: boys, kites and buidings

 Interior of a 798 Arts building

Chinese flag painted on a giant circuit board

Sculpture - horse and bunny person... 

Sculpture - shark on a chair

 Enormous painting by Yu Hong - Ladder in the Sky



One thing i don't see is too much overtly political art - unlike at the similar (but less commercial) complex i visited in Shanghai (M50), and unlike the work of the famous nearby resident, Ai Wei Wei (currently under house arrest). Still - its a great place to visit, and one sees why Chinese visual art is the arguably the hottest in the world: there's some great work happening.

5) Layer Code 

I visit the Peoples' Liberation Army theatre (about a 1000 seat hall) to see the work of the dance company i visited on my first day in Beijing: Beijing Dance LDTX. 

PLA Theatre, Beijing

It is a fascinating show. The pre-set is riveting: a large white box set with a succession of enormous tiled video images of each of the dancer's faces in extreme close up on the upstage wall - the faces shift in slo-mo, with each tile moving at a slightly different speed, as an atmospheric soundscape plays. it's enormously compelling. 

Layer Code preset

The piece runs about an hour, and the first 15 minutes are amazing. the choreographer knows how to make satisfying, extremely athletic movement, and the dancers know how to dance it. The design is gorgeous - high-end light and video effects. So far so good. But then - like so many dance pieces in so many countries (that aren't Belgium!) - the piece doesn't develop beyond its athleticism. The movement offers no dynamic change - depth and complexity don't develop, and the whole doesn't ever add up to more than its constituent parts. granted - this is one of the hardest things to do, especially in an abstract form, but i can't help being saddened. I sooo want this to be mind blowing, but it is, instead, another dance piece that has a great potential it doesn't quite realize.

I think perhaps cities like Beijing, Tehran and, yes, Toronto all suffer from isolation. too many young artists in these places don't get to see enough of the best work on the planet, first-hand. China and Iran suffer from political isolation, and English Canada from a combination of geographic isolation with a self-imposed lack of interest in the the very best contemporary work (how often did Pina Bausch's company visit Toronto, for example? answer: once, when most of the young artists in the city were still toddlers). Without direct experience of each others' work, artists can't be at the top of their game. It's that simple. As China opens, and as more connections happen, i expect this to change with companies like LDTX. For English Canada, i live in hope...

6) Square Dancing, Hutong Style

My final night in Beijing is unforgettable. Beijing-resident american producer Alison Friedman and i go out looking for a drink among the hutongs. We find a tiny place called the Malty Dog, which seems to be hosting a square dance evening. Yes: square dance. Random. 

The Malty Dog

A group of young Chinese patrons are dancing to the fiddle and guitar music of a couple of white guys with hipster beards. The fiddler speaks Mandarin. The guitar player calls in English. It is an unexpected event in a Beijing back alley. Moreover, the guitar player comes over to talk to us, and it turns out he's from Pickering. he teaches at a local university. THEN, as he he talks, Alison realizes that she is putting a tour together for these guys - but it's all been over email, and they haven't met face-to-face until now. We dance. 

About an hour in, a Scottish friend appears with three Chinese theatre folks. The Scot is Graham McLaren, who is now an Associate Artist at the National Theatre of Scotland (he is known to Toronto for his shows with Necessary Angel: Hamlet and Andromache). Graham is in town to put together a project with China's National Theatre, and this is the only chance we've had to have a drink together. His Chinese assistant from Scotland is with him (a delight to be around), as is perhaps the only indie producer of experimental work in China, and a young director who has just finished RADA's directing program in London (another whip smart young'un). It's a fun bunch, and we talk shop, drink some amazing micro-brewery beer, and square dance. At one point, Graham turns to me and says, "It's like the gold rush! There are people from all over the world searching for the opportunities, searching for the gold, but not having any real idea where it is. Everyone's making it up as they go. The atmosphere is electric." He's right.

I can think of no better way to say goodbye to this place. It's a great trip, and, for me and my wee company, Volcano, a new connection is made to a region that is accelerating into all of our futures...

Beijing Airport

Beijing Airport

Beijing Airport