Traveling is a great joy of mine, and lately my wings have been "clipped" a bit. Not complaining, you know the economy and all... it's happening to all of us.
Well, actually, I am complaining. I miss it, and look forward to having my passport in hand, and taking off a little more often over the next few months.
Visiting new places, is a source of inspiration for me. It's the well I go back to when the creative juices are running on reserve. Camera in hand, capturing memories, and composing stories as they present themselves to me is a passion. And if I've learned anything in this half-century on this planet and especially over the last few months, following your passion shouldn't be optional.
In May, I joined my husband in China for ten days. Our last stop before leaving Beijing, and the long flight home was the Art District 798. A former industrial factory complex built in the 1950's, designed by a team of East German architects in the Bauhaus style, this once abandoned zone is now home to hundreds of artists, galleries and cafe's. We only had a couple of hours to spend, and just scratched the surface of the creative energy that was running through this most unexpected of places. It will be our first stop when we return to Beijing.
I'm not sure how long it will stay in this pure state, it maybe shifting already... think SoHo in NYC. It was one of, if not the only place we visited in China where people were not trying to sell us things. The art was fabulous, beautiful, edgy, controversial, variety and anything but traditional. The pure fact that this place exists in China's capital is cause for optimism. Love 798 and can't wait to return!