Sundy at the market: a photo by my new Droid!

Streets to Studio

Working on my next show vaguely titled "From Streets to Studio". I want to combine my history paintings, those shown in Los Altos Hills Town Hall; with some of my recent studio study pieces.

The contrast is there: there will be real life narratives vs. calm poses of studio figures.

Several recent pieces are posted here.

new paintings

new paintings

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Bei Dao poem

回答

卑鄙是卑鄙者的通行证，
高尚是高尚者的墓志铭，
看吧，在那镀金的天空中，
飘满了死者弯曲的倒影。

冰川纪过去了，
为什么到处都是冰凌？
好望角发现了，
为什么死海里千帆相竞？

我来到这个世界上，
只带着纸、绳索和身影，
为了在审判前，
宣读那些被判决的声音。

告诉你吧，世界
我--不--相--信！
纵使你脚下有一千名挑战者，
那就把我算作第一千零一名。

我不相信天是蓝的，
我不相信雷的回声，
我不相信梦是假的，
我不相信死无报应。

如果海洋注定要决堤，
就让所有的苦水都注入我心中，
如果陆地注定要上升，
就让人类重新选择生存的峰顶。

新的转机和闪闪星斗，
正在缀满没有遮拦的天空。
那是五千年的象形文字，
那是未来人们凝视的眼睛。

--北岛

The source of the following series of photos was from 10/31/2008 New York Times' story of an afghan civilian being rescued by the U.S. troops and their front line medics. I use them as an illustration to my twitter updates on saving lives under extreme conditions.

My show at Los Altos Hills drew a active crowd of local residents and friends. Here are some samples in that show. It is ongoing till beginning of September 2009.

these photos are part of my twitter story about a man named Zia who had an aneurysm exploded in his abdomen. By the time he arrived our OR a resue team franticly attempted to save his life. More on http://twitter.com/1mjwang

Poet Jane Mayhall died last Tuesday. Here is a piece from obitury in NYT (3/21/09):

“The Gilded Shadow"

The impact is simmering down, as into

a solvent liquid. That I’ll never hear your voice

again, but through a medium like

rain. Or will see you but in a lightning flash.

You are nature’s speech, the young girth

and deadly imprint.

I eagerly wait the date of your rebirth, in

the endless window-sky. Hovering cloud, really a

gilded shadow that lights your face outline. Waters

and land permit no elegy translated.

But a stark villanelle, facts rendered.

An indefinite, glorious seeding,

the element that draws us closest. Nucleus of

a meadow, the grass-tips’ ghost your

being. Bend me to earth, the only hereafter after death.

O shades beneath the sun. Or I don’t understand it —

like embracing a mystery hole in our minds,

this complex, heartbreak survival.

Just came across photos I took 3 years on a painting trip to France. I put them out on the web. It is not just art that was fascinting about it----
http://www.mwangmd.com/agtnslide/pages/DSCF0001.htm

A painting shown last year at Triton Museum of Art, now at Ann Nathan Gallery, Chicago

http://www.myninjaplease.com/?p=6631

Antonio Mancini paintings
http://mwangmd.com/mancini/index.htm

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