THE CHILDHOOD OF ART

HARBIN

I was born in Harbin, in the northeast of China.

At the turn of the 20th century, Harbin was the only place a Chinese could buy a direct train ticket to European cities. The city had one of the first cinemas in China, a symphony orchestra and a ski resort. There were churches of all obedience, department stores, and the sidewalks were covered with women, Chinese women in cheongsams, Russians in dresses and Japanese women in kimonos. 


BREAKS

This culture suffered greatly from the political upheavals of the 20th century.
Despite the destruction, traces persist, in the walls and in the minds.


A CHILDHOOD AT THE CROSSROADS OF CIVILIZATIONS 

By the end of the 1970s, China is suffering economically, but that was unimportant for a child.
We live in the footsteps of the different cultures which crossed here, and which mixed.


ART IS LOOKING AROUND 

Sitting in the back of my father’s bike, I watch and think.


ART IS BORN FROM DIFFERENCES 

At that time, art is a curiosity in China, as when Pierre Cardin visited in 1979. 
 
Talking about art in this era is likely to trigger mockery at best, anger at worst. It is such a bourgeois decadence!

I WANT TO BE AN ARTIST

At the time, color is in revolutionary paintings.

The only accepted art forms have to have a political message.
These frescoes to the glory of the people are seen everywhere.