2015 has been a year of intense writing—although I've been strangely silent on this blog. I've been working on three chapters for a book about Chinese women artists - 12,000 words of Hong Kong art history. At the same time, I've been deep in the editing worlds of Art Radar Asia and the Asia Art Archive. But on the plane this summer, as I flew up into the atmosphere from the French summer fields, as we darted into plumes of white clouds, I had a revelation. It's like the clouds spoke to me. They parted the clutter of thoughts in my mind and delivered the plot.
My digital notebook in which I ponder the path to enlightenment and how it connects with daily life.