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Modern Art Galleries in Shanghai

by Jeannie on May 15, 2013

I last left you with street art in Wuxi and Shanghai, promising to write about the commercial art galleries in Shanghai.

Known as 50 Moganshan Lu or M50, I had expected a small collection of galleries.  After rallying her and her to join me for a wander, it became obvious M50 is an extensive creative park.

How apt that the map of the property also calls it a ‘creative park’.  The art galleries that were once factory spaces are a labyrinth, offering a variety of artistic styles — from oil paintings, to mixed media, pure photography or sculpture installations.

I sunk back into this environment with surprising ease, after being permanently scarred all those years, carted around by my ex as his art ‘wife’.

For a change, art and I were alone, without the pompous airs.  We lit candles to set the mood and held hands, which allowed me to make new discoveries about modern art in Shanghai.

Contrary to misconceptions about Chinese censorship, there seems to be a lot of freedom to express oneself.  M50 is accessible by taxi (not really metro) and prepare to spend a few hours walking and unearthing some hot and happening work.

My friends and I searched by instinct.  If an exhibition seemed worth a look, we went in.  You can also gauge a map for what might interest you when you arrive or research online.  There’s certainly no correct way to savior art, no matter what those pedantic art critics say.

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Vibrant Street Art in Shanghai

by Jeannie on April 25, 2013

“You have to look at it as a piece of artwork.” — Twist, on graffiti

In art, there’s nothing if not drama.  After I revealed my tale of art woe…  The great love, the loss that tore my heart to pieces, until I finally recaptured the flame.  The time came to move towards bigger waters.  Shanghai.

I ventured on a rainy Friday afternoon to 50 Moganshan Lu, or known as M50, to feast on more artwork.

If you’re unaware of M50, it use to be an industrial area along Suzhou Creek, in the downtown district of Jing’an.  As the millennium unfolded, several Chinese artists found the large factory spaces and cheap rent appealing.  Today, the quarter of M50 is flooded by international visitors and locals, and was named a must-see part of Shanghai to visit by Time Magazine.

However, before I got to explore the commercialized art of M50, my curious nature couldn’t help noticing a series of spray painted walls.  Some of these walls housing nothing more than junk, replete with junkyard chickens.

Droplets of rain didn’t deter me from walking for several yards back and forth capturing some inventive street art.

You wouldn’t think such a nondescript street would have this, but as usual, China continually surprises me.

The street:

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The chickens:

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Street Art in China: Wuxi

by Jeannie on April 10, 2013

Art is a bloated bag of bullshit. Pregnant with pretention, popularity competitions and false muses.  I gave it up officially in 2003 after a 10 year run.  After I left my ex.

My long term ex is a fine art painter.  He subjected me to Jackson Pollock smeared floors, the dusty smell of dried, caked paint hardening a litter of brushes, and that nasty substance known as paint thinner — noxious if I left the windows shut all day.

Not to mention art shows.  Attended by anorexic, existential depressives.  And those whinging milky art fags — you know who you are.  There I was, planted in a throng of pomp with a frozen smile chiseling permanent grooves in my cheeks, being dictated by the circus.  These shenanigans paralyzed any chance to absorb the talent surrounding me.

I grew tired of gloss instead of realism.  That the art world wasn’t about the work, but how well one could write a proposal for grants, flatter a gallery owner or edge out another artist.

Then I grieved.  Clutched a wine bottle, threw the covers over my head because deep in my sarcastic, flippant guts, I love art.  Art moves me.  Makes my mind swirl with possibilities.  The whys.  The big ‘yes’ of the universe.

Here I am in China teaching, writing, going about my life.  And believe it or not, besides attending festivals and skipping through gardens, I also do mundane things.

The latest mundane thing was going to my Chinese bank.  China is still in the thrall of a building frenzy, so across the street from my bank is an empty lot, where a building was bulldozed some months back.  A concerte fence surrounds the property to show the illusion of productivity   WE ARE BUILDING HERE.  STAY AWAY.

I seem to withdraw money frequently because over time the wall changed.  Week by week, panels of street art magically appeared.

I became obsessed with the wall.  Waiting for the next, next, next.

Until, I burst.  My roly poly art belly broke water.  Giving in, I ran across the street one afternoon and stared.  At every single detail.

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Visions of Plum Blossoms in My China

April 2, 2013

Tweet There’s a reason why gardens are protected in the land of the dragon.  Amid continuous perceptions of China, you know which ones I mean… The indiscriminate spitting, a toddler relieving himself on the street, e-bikes nearly colliding with bodies, bone splinters in meat — need I go on? See, in a Chinese garden you [...]

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Mother India is Being Raped

March 28, 2013

Tweet “People tend to forget their duties, but remember their rights.” Indira Gandhi Usually I comb through daily news items, share what’s interesting to me and then pay it no mind until the next round of perusing.  Sometimes a piece will jolt me, nearly make me spit out my morning tea.  A Guardian feature did [...]

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Moving Forward

March 18, 2013

Tweet “It is better to fail at your own dharma than to succeed at the dharma of another.”  – Stephen Cope The canal is sparse today.  I’m alone. I sit on a groove in the grass, thinking that my sit bones carved it, creating this space to dangle my feet.  For once the sky is pale blue, [...]

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The Lantern Festival is All Smiles and Light

March 11, 2013

Tweet Two weeks ago I took part in the Lantern Festival here in Wuxi.  Whoopie!  Celebrated on the 15th day of the first month of the lunisolar calendar, the Chinese take a brief pause in their packed lives to gather, eat, and set the night ablaze with lanterns. I pestered my friends to join me [...]

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Seeing Prague by Ebike

February 26, 2013

Tweet Ebikes are the main mode of transportation in China.  I bought one myself in September of 2012 and it’s the closest thing to a motorcycle that I will ever get.  I’ve seen dogs in baskets, families of three, nuzzling couples and solo riders either whizzing beside me or directly towards me.  Pray for me.  That I don’t die. Before my [...]

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Spring Festival Photoessay: Best of the Best

February 12, 2013

Tweet Xīn Nián Kuài Lè!  Or in loosely translated terms: Happy New Year!  Traditionally, New Year’s Day  was called Yuan Dan.  Yuan means “the beginning”; Dan means “day”.  I’m fond of another interpretation: the first sunrise. When the Chinese republic was established in the 1900′s it was renamed “Spring Festival”.  In relation to the Chinese [...]

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