Summarized, Summer
Difficult to feel the time sensibly. Like it had been months after I got off the plane back from Southern France. Only 3 weeks, huh? Cezanne's retrospective expo in Aix-en-Provence, the vineyards and olive fields under Mt. Saint Victoire, the aimless afternoon sunshine etc. etc. are already covered with dust, of sleepless works. Hong Kong is filled with blinding smog indeed, comparing to the City of Thousand Fountains.The orientation camp of the School of Creativity drew all my remaining energy yesterday, like what the proud summer sun has done to those exposed pots of plants outside the office... I dropped dead for an hour on the couch in the office before waking the protected screen and consumed the emails like a programmed machine myself.
Everyone likes the temporary site of the School, which I will migrate later this week, well, perhaps not all the kids. I do look forward to it. As the summer holiday ends, two artists' creative works are born at the humble village-school style campus: Jamsen's video work "Field of Consciousness" and Edward's "Madam Bovary is me". What a summer.
