This was an unexpected treat. While walking through Hong Kong Park I came across the arts center. I didn't know beforehand that it was even there. I walked up to the door and saw a guard there with no one else around so I thought it was closed. He then opened the door and motioned for me to go inside which I did. I'm so glad I went inside. There was a poet/artist, K.C. Chow who was exhibiting his artwork in the gallery. We were the only two there and though I speak only a couple of words in Chinese and he a little more in English we were able to carry on a conversation. His art pieces were so creative and he welcomed my taking photos of some of the pieces. He was such a kind and gentle soul and I so enjoyed meeting him. He gave me his book of essays which I didn't realize until I left was completely in Chinese. The only thing I could read was the ISBN number. I'll have to have it translated.
K. C. and the Arts Center
We greet
with a reverent bow
and warm handshake.
Reverent – irreverent
artifacts decorate
desolate walls.
Haunting, amusing
eccentric mediums,
creative illusions
brought to life
upon canvas and paper.
Panoramic calligraphy
vertical poetry
spotlights stories
of rivers and ponds
as K.C. explains
in broken English,
my reply
a reverent bow
and broken Cantonese.
We relate, communicate
in poetic harmony
both poets and artists
from different lands
together as fate
would dictate
the creative connection.
Comments
I loved it! you wrote that experience exceptionally well.
how little it takes to communicate, especially when the bond is common.
bessye
Wild Oaks, that is what made it so special. Thanks.
rainfield, so very well stated, thank you.
betchai, you are so right.
Roms, thank you.
Carmen, karma it is.
Glynis, thank you,
bessye, no true words said. Thanks.