"Thousand Word Studio" is my name for the loft space where I do most of my art work. I wanted a name for the space because of my absorption in the ways of life of the ancient Chinese painters and calligraphers and poets. I chose this name because much of the work I do in the space is visual work but also because the loft is lined with bookcases overflowing with journals and pamphlets and Chinese accordion volumes on painting and calligraphy. I wanted to play on the western idiom that a picture is worth a thousand words. That's not something I believe, especially under the tutelage of my friend Lauren, who insists to her students that the equation is not valid at all, that every picture needs a thousand words, at least.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Jiaohe -- First Draft

At 6000 inhabitants, the ancient city of Jiaohe in Xinjiang Province of northwestern China held almost twice as many people as my hometown in Iowa, when I grew up there in the 1950s. If the reports of friends and high school classmates are to be believed, that little Iowa town is well on its way to being as extinct as the Chinese city, though probably with less spectacular physical qualities.

Jiaohe, which means something like "at the fork of two rivers," was built on an island and was not the usual walled city of ancient times. Except for the artificial structures of the tourist industry, there is no clear entryway to the city. The photos above and below show entryways to the remains of buildings within the city.



The building that most attracted my attention was the Buddhist temple that stood at the far end of the main street that ran down the middle of the city. 

You can see in the niches of the tower that the Buddhas have been disfigured or totally removed, probably during the Cultural Revolution, but perhaps also at some other time by thieves who make a living by stealing and selling such antiquities. Western museums are full of such stolen properties and still somehow manage to maintain their legitimacy as cultural conservators.