The faces in and around Xi’an were ancient and unblemished, lined and light, curious and carved.
Mornings are an exciting time in Xi’an – all the world can happen while the day is still waking. I learned this lesson, and I was so rewarded because the mornings were as memorable as the faces were beautiful. (more…)
It is a wonder that the world can contain so many characters, cultures, colours and life. Every country, city, town and place is made up of a spectacular spectrum of faces and feelings that seem impossible to capture or describe. Beijing, it seems, is no different from any place in this regard… (more…)
One day there will live a girl who will bring peace to this earth.
By the light of day, she will dance and sway,
Beneath the silver sun’s glow, her tears will flow,
She will sin and she will sing,
She will only be human.
Singers do with words what artists do with ink. One uses their voice, the other uses their hands – both use their imaginations. I can’t help but try to draw the singer’s soul. (more…)