First class, Hong Kong to Beijing

Crickety crack,crickety crack.  The window is black and shiny, reflecting cups and kettle and nuts and dried fruit and our beds and our recumbent bodies, resting in this cocoon that is shooting over the earth, relentlessly, rocking and jagging towards Beijing.  We are 24 hours in this train, from Hung Hom station in Hong Kong

Art Residency at Yew Chung International School

Wow!  Time is racing away.  The weather is warm and muggy and gone are the days when chilly winds raced through our studios and Mike would tie down his paintings so they wouldn’t be blown around.  He would seek refuge in my space which is more closed off to the weather.  The studios are located