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Arrival Shanghai

ARTIST RESIDENCY CHINA — SHANGHAI, no. 27

Shanghai

There are few more evocative city names in the world than Shanghai. When Wang visited me in Beijing, he urged me not to leave China without seeing his city. The first day was a long one beginning at 4:30 a.m. Wang’s colleague Mr Li continued his generosity toward me by personally driving me the hour long ride to the airport. After a two-hour delay due to weather, the two-hour flight delivered me to Shanghai. Wang met me at the airport along with one of his university students who acted as translator. In Beijing I had been on my own. In Shanghai I became Wang’s guest. He set the agenda for the week and assigned chaperones from among his students for every day of my visit.

Shanghai

Shanghai

airport fruit stand

Shanghai

first sight of the second tallest building on earth

Shanghai

Shanghai

Huahai Road, the ChampsÉlysées of Shanghai, “the most beautiful road in Shanghai”

Shanghai

Wang’s gallery solo show

Shanghai

meeting Wang’s gallerist

Shanghai

Wang’s paintings inspired by his artist residency in Paris

Shanghai

Shanghai

apartment building towers are seen in every direction

Shanghai

Shanghai

a visit to Wang’s studio

Shanghai

Shanghai

stacks of Wang’s watercolor and ink figure drawings

Shanghai

a photograph I took of Wang in Boston ten years earlier was made into a poster, with his own painting replacing Monet’s

Shanghai

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