Day 5 - High Class Art Store.
I walked way into Hong Kong centre and to one side of a strange underground / overground carpark was something titled as an 'ART STORE' in English. Stepping through the doorway I was stunned at the degree of art I saw and thought "if one suffered from 'ostentatious gasconadicy' then this was their parlour-elite. |
Yes, if you're a Mammoth and you're shares in flint fell through the cave floor, sell one of your tusks after giving it a bit of a whittle instead. You'll be set up for life. The degree of carving in this tusk was absolutely beyond everything I have encountered so far across my ten years of study in China's arts. I asked one of the pristinely attired staff if they could enlighten me as to the items history and origin. The irritated salesman told me that he would get into trouble if his boss caught me filming or photographing their stock. If you look at the top of the tusk (See it full size HERE) this is a house and garden completely carved in another Mammoth's tusk found in the same region. Apologies for the quality of the image. The spotlighting was powered by lazer it seemed and time was tight as the man in charge briskly strutted over to me. Anyway... on the tusk itself the trees and buildings are incredible but there must be about 60 people carved into this tusk. Each one with a facial expression and clothing to the period as well. Each doing something - carrying something - working on something. |
We have all seen jade carvings. But this store must have had about 200 such models in it and some of these carvings were at least 7 feet across. This shot I discreetly snuck out without anyone "getting annoyed." The thing that stunned me the most..... Jade isnt the hardest of stone, but thats not to say its easy to create this Horse. The tricky issue is..... the mane. I could not believe the fineness of this mane or the lack of mistakes. And many other carvings had basket weave with the tiny holes through and each weave was in perfect condition. The ciolour of the stone is one thing but the artists carve their subjects according to the waves and washes of colour swirl within the stone. Its not just a case of carving something to suit the artist. The artist uses the flow and marks inside the stone and its "impurities" to generate something that compliments the carving and almost makes it look as if the stone was made for the subject to appear. Sadly I was not allowed to take any more photos than I have shown here. I felt very alone there as I wandered about gazing at these intricately carved stones which had trailing hairs and limbs that, with the brush of a finger, would simply snap off. Yet every one was in perfect condition and incredibly beautiful. This was an art store for someone with money to burn in five figure lumps. This horse, for instance, would set you back over £200,000ukp. |
Yau Sang Cheong
Cheung Wah Coml Bldg, Yau Ma Tei
Chinese Brush Makers/Chinese Art Supplies
Country / Area : Kowloon, Hong Kong, China
Contact Person : Mr Yuk-Keung LeeJob : Manager...
Telephone : (852) 23328881
Fax Number : (852) 27821597
Address : Block B, 3/F , Cheong Wah Commercial Building , 3-5 Saigon Street ,
Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon, Hong Lum Weng Kong
![]() On the 5th day in Hong Kong the most memorable event was seeing the Art materials in another supreme Chinese Art Store... Yau Sang Cheong I can't emphasise enough just how inspiring all this stock is when you stand amongst it and realise this is every day to the Chinese Artist. The most important things to me are, if I can state this from a westerners point of view... Ink Sticks, paper and Brushes. Though an underside of all these is of course........... the Felt the paper rests upon. important that it repels water enough. There were pots of brushes that appeared to eb the same but actually on furthe rinspection.... the makers were the difference. |
![]() Something I hadnt thought about. Because we dont have the resource of so many choices in the west regarding Chinese Art Materials. Here though you can get used to and appreciate AND re-purchase brushes from certain makers of your chjoice of you like the way they handle. Not an easy thing to achieve living in Europe for sure. The range was staggering. The papers were beautiful and the range was excelling. I noticed that there were rolls of xuen paper here about 150 feet long by three feet for the best part of £9ukp. $90hkd. $14usd. Thats a good price. "Standard" packs of paper (if I can use that term too!) were in the region of $700hkd to about $4000hkd (About £400ukp, $650usd ) But the range of hues and textured was very inspiring. Some with flowers inside the p[aper fibres. Some with petals and some with what looked like whole grass stems pressed and woven in the fibres. |
![]() I feel a little sadness as I wander through this store becaause Europe is completely blind to this. Some reason exists as to why SOMEONE somewhere hasnt opened up a store and advertised it on a national scale. I cant believe that little Guanghwa in London attracts poeple from Poland, Switzerland, France and Germany and yet something on a collosal scale, like this, would not attract business from further afield aside from its being able to promote the chinese arts in a superior fashion to what it does now. Its embarrassing almost, Britains ignorance of the Chinese arts. Chu Lei Lei aside, an, yes, even with his prescence in the UK, we still dont really have anything other than an abbrecviated British slant in the Chinese arts. Britains ignorance of the Chinese Calligraphic and artistic origin is as embarrassing as its butchery of Tea so no surprises there really. Yao Sang Cheong opened my eyes to the pride that's had in a store that, for five generations has stood and sold art materials to the public... |
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..... and the Man who owns the store now..... well, you can see the degree of pride behind his ideas and operations because the store couldn't hold any more stock if it tried. Every ledge and stand and shelf simply bulges with every artray of carved table ornamentation, seal stone variation in size, grain and stone color, but the best of this is that the literature side of the store is as elaborate too. So, if you're a progressing artist you can sift through books of all sizes of all prices and find something that will, by example, carry you on to the next level and by the next level I really mean that. These art stores have masters selling you the weares and can teach and explain your needs quite clearly even if conversationally their english stutters a little. The examples of Calligraphy on the walls are just beautiful. It, really, was too much for me to take in because the range of Brushes, something for which I have gained a new respect and understanding for, was too much for me to know or understand. Yeo Sang Cheong apparently are brush makers. So if I want a brush made form the hairs of one of my miniature horses, this is where I need to send the bristles. I hope you find something useful in this page bnecause this store really is a diamond for the Chinese Artist. The prices were stunningly low and the suplpies beautifully arranged and just pouring out with variety. I will return to these places in another year. Thankyou for reading. |
Yau Sang Cheung
Cheung Wah Coml Bldg, Yau Ma Tei
Chinese Brush Makers/Chinese Art Supplies
Country / Area : Kowloon, Hong Kong, China
Contact Person : Mr Yuk-Keung LeeJob : Manager...
Telephone : (852) 23328881
Fax Number : (852) 27821597
Address : Block B, 3/F , Cheong Wah Commercial Building , 3-5 Saigon Street ,
Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon, Hong Lum Weng Kong
![]() On the 5th day in Hong Kong the most memorable event was seeing the Art materials in another supreme Chinese Art Store... Yau Sang Cheong I can't emphasise enough just how inspiring all this stock is when you stand amongst it and realise this is every day to the Chinese Artist. The most important things to me are, if I can state this from a westerners point of view... Ink Sticks, paper and Brushes. Though an underside of all these is of course........... the Felt the paper rests upon. important that it repels water enough. There were pots of brushes that appeared to be the same but actually on further inspection.... the makers were the difference. Something I hadn't thought about. |
![]() Because we dont have the resource of so many choices in the west regarding Chinese Art Materials. Here, though, you can get used to and appreciate AND re-purchase brushes from certain makers of your choice if you like the way they handle. Not an easy thing to achieve living in Europe for sure. The range was staggering. The papers were beautiful and the variety excelling. I noticed that there were rolls of xuen paper here about 150 feet long by three feet for the best part of £9 ukp. $90 hkd. $14 usd. Thats a good price. But the range of hues and texture was very inspiring. Some with flowers inside the paper fibres. Some with petals and some with what looked like whole grass stems pressed and woven in the fibres. |
![]() I feel a little sadness as I wander through this store becaause Europe is completely blind to this. Some reason exists as to why SOMEONE somewhere hasnt opened up a store and advertised it on a national scale. I cant believe that little Guanghwa in London attracts poeple from Poland, Switzerland, France and Germany and yet something on a collosal scale, like this, would not attract business from further afield aside from its being able to promote the chinese arts in a superior fashion to what it does now. Its embarrassing; Britains ignorance of the Chinese arts. Chu Lei Lei aside, and, yes, even with his prescence in the UK, we still dont really have anything other than an abbreviated British slant in the Chinese arts. Britains ignorance of the Chinese Calligraphic and artistic origin is as embarrassing as its butchery of Tea so no surprises there really. Yao Sang Cheong opened my eyes to the pride that's had in a store that, for five generations, has stood and sold art materials to the public with elegance and pride... |
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..... and the Man who owns the store now..... well, you can see the degree of perfection behind his ideas and operations because the store couldn't hold any more stock if it tried. Every ledge and stand and shelf simply bulges with every array of carved table ornamentation, seal stone variation in size, grain and stone color, but the best of this is that the literature side of the store is as elaborate too. The examples of Calligraphy on the walls are just beautiful. It really was too much for me to take in because the range of Brushes, something for which I have gained a new respect and understanding for, was too much for me to know or understand. Yeo Sang Cheong apparently are brush makers. So if I want a brush made from the hairs of one of my miniature horses, this is where I need to send the bristles. I hope you find something useful in this page bnecause this store really is a diamond for the Chinese Artist. The prices were stunningly low and the supplies beautifully arranged and just pouring out with variety. I will return to these places in another year. |
Day 4 - Hong Kong Markets. Day and Night.
Panorama of a typical Hong Kong high street.
Markets. Yes, it's market day. Maxine took me around to show me the Markets and what a stunning time we had. In general the markets are alot of fun. Be careful of studying the people too intensely. Their tempers can flare wild and they deliver scowls like a blow in the face. I saw things that the animal rights communities would wage war over but... you have to be more understanding than vindictive. (hah! Where have I heard that before!!!) The heat. The humidity. Fresh meat comes at a price. It has to be alive before its prepped for you and bagged emmediately. It wouldn't sit in the sunshine all day in the humid heat and last any time at all. |
It's one of those fields where, try as hard as you can, the atmosphere doesn't quite come across as it really is. The flourescence, the illuminations, the brilliant unpolluted colouring of the strip lights... it all gives a wonderfully........ hygenic feel to the atmosphere. Happy. Rejoicing. Like electric fireworks. Well, for the most part it is. But the most is up on high and the best lights are the gloriously illuminated signs that hang, swing, dangle and just down right defy gravity despite their rotton rusting cronky bracketing that holds them to..... what amounts to crumbling plaster. The camera I use is a Fuji HS50 EXR, their top of the range EXR model. The beauty of this camera is that in incredibly low light conditions it takes three photographs and knits them together to decrease the "grain" effect. This also means that the light intensity is tripled. It also means that the colour intensity is very loud rather than being dulled down to just the light's value intensity. After seeing photography morph from darkrooms and developing trays of the 1970's to 2015 I can only say "Lucky you!" not to have to suffer the endless failures of badly exposed negatives from attempting such night shots. The beauty of the HS50 is that the large viewing display tilts to point downwards at you as you hold the camera on high and amplifies the light ahead of you making it a kind of night-vision scope. it really works. What I see on the viewfinder is what the camera is processing ready for my shot. The eye viewfinder lights up as you bring the camera to your face for the tricky shots and..... as you pull it away from your face the viewing screen lights up again. But where this camera really leaves your SLR mirror-flippy behind (and I used to have a massive RB67 [6x7 cm negative] SLR studio camera) is that the viewing screen will show you exactly what your going to get when you push the shutter. Most times. Most setting. Most programs. Where this has an exception is time photography where the exposure is about 30 to 120 seconds where it's obviously impossible to see the results. This camera has astounding lens capability. It must have something like 7 different night shooting modes and I was never dissappointed with its exposure or dynamic exposure abilities which was variable too. I cannot praise this camera enough. It never let me down. One battery lasted for the whole hard working day even though I had four in reserve. And the preset modes came in twice so you can preset one mode and another mode with the flick of the dial to shoot in the environments best settings common to your location. Easy. Couple that with the fact that using Super High Definition Video, whilst filming you can push the shutter button and take stills during the video shooting uninterruptably . Now how many devices do you know do that. There are too many bells and whistles on cameras these days that impress the newcomer and camera-clubber. But for a hard work-horse of a camera you simply need tough tools that have the allowances required for impossible environments and I have to say, after three months research I struck a good chord with this camera choice.
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I just want to spend a few seconds on an issue that, every time I saw it, made me cringe. Scaffolding in China. Least ways in HongKong. When you're in Hong Kong look up. Those with me didn't look up. You'll see more for cuiriosity if you do. Stop thinking the touristy way. Learn how to be aware. Now, I know Bamboo is a cheap resource and one that grows prolifically in China. But it's use is also quite fine with me in that respect. Tough as hell, easily cut to size, lighter than tempered steel....... But held together with hand knotted plastic ties??? Not even the zip-ties we use. Yes, this scafolding is used everywhere and I actually watched the workmen tying it up and making it reach the rooftop of a 35 storey building. (As seen left.) 35 floors up? Would you walk on that? Doesnt it sway about? It's all Bamboo sticks. As stunning as it sounds (reads) I saw some that spanned the entire body of a 40 storey building top to toe and all the way around and the men were working at the very top. |
Food for the brave.
Those crabs on the left were priced at about $480:00 in some places. That's about £48 quid. !!!!! Hmm, other places they were priced alot lower. Still, theyre all beautifully wrapped up in grass thongs but I wondered... Do you eat ALL the Crab? I thought there were parts you absolutely had to leave alone. But... in the light of it, I healthily walked past fascinated by the fish flapping about on the further cutting board. I think they were fish. They seemed to have heads like mice. Yeah, I know, laugh as you will. But they did. I didnt know if they were whiskerted shrimps with their legs wrenched off or some kind of skinned rodent. I didnt try one. ..... I'd just eaten. And anyway, I'm trying to give them up. |
It's true to say that Art is everrywhere you look. if you look in the Gallery Day 4 you'll see that some of the street signs are actually Spontaneous Chinese Painting, one of Crabs in particular is really rather good. On the other side fo the market there werew China and Pottery items on sale and this particular item is a wonderful Tea Pot. Its beautiful. I wish I had bought it. Because I neevr didd see another one anywhere else and this one was $200, which is about £20. Online lesser versions cost over £100. My mistake to walk away greedily assuming Id find cheaper. As if it wasnt already cheap enough. I will have to ask my friend Elaine if she could ship one to me. |
I know, it's corny but you cannot avoid it. Some of the places we walked "under" all had these fifteen foot rods stretching out from their windows like fishing washing lines. Washing was strung on these things to hang precariously above. Sometimes six storeys deep of these washing lines strung and hung high up overhead. I can't say the population suffers for it because it is singularly one of the busiest places I have ever been. Day 4, then in summary, was an exciting walk through HongKong street markets by day and by night and the essence of bustle and busy-ness was hard to escape from. It kind of swept you up and blurred about you and after a while, you were in this oddity of silence because it all blended into a kind of mono-drone. We enjoyed today. Down some streets (alleyways) where Maxine looked away, I studied to understand. Its all new to me. It can be harsh here. But fresh food is life. Rotton food is death. And if it has to be slaughtered and bagged in front of you, then so be it. |
OCEAN PARK - HONG KONG - November 2015 |
The Third Day! Setting off in the morning for Ocean park we hailed a Taxi and took the easy way out. Ocean park is an incredible place. Alot of color and alot of fun. Something for everyone as long as you're a child at heart. Kind of a brush against the shoulders of a Disneyfied arena and I enjoyed what I saw. Upon entering the park, at least for me, the wonderful feeling of space hit me first. Then musicians started playing (Cuban music???) and the entrance opened up into a wide and easily observed arena of shops, trinket stalls and areas of entertainment themed as "Adventures." The Arctic Adventure. The something else adventure and so on. The weather was bright and cheery and the humidity deliciously wet, clammy and liquid. Melting in my shirt I hastily purchased a thin touristy "T" shirt and touristy cap and felt more the part of a google eyed tourist amazed at everything he saw. Which wasn't far from the truth. The underground Marine tanks and Aquarium were impressive. It reminded me of the one Maxine and I walked through in the states. Underneath the water peering at the massive fishes from underneath through portholes cut into the rock. |
I didn't expect to see pandas. But there he was in one of the pleasantly countrified enclosures and sitting munching on leaves as clear as anything. Unobstructed. It was the first time I'd been this close to a Panda outside glass windows. The last time I saw one of these up close was at Bristiol zoo around 1968. The good thing about this day was... it wasn't crammed with people. It was breezy easy enough to amble about and see very few other folk in the way. Maxine got some super shots of the Panda sitting against the rocks and then after this we noticed the tail only of a Red Panda. But he was kipping. And aside from a glimpse of who was looking on, he disappeared again but for his tail. Next we sat in on a show that had an incredible array of birds that wee trained to do little tricks. I never knew you could train a brilliantly orange ibis to walk to a corner of an arena, do a twirl, walk to the other corner some fourty feet away, do another circular twirl and then fly back through a tiny window to the trainer. Several birds did this. Parrots, a toucan, and a Vulture. I can't imagine the hours it must have taken to achieve this. It was a tame show in its way with a bit of theatrics in the middle for the rain forest.... but the people enjoyed it. Thats what counted and then afterwards donations were made towards their cause. |
For lunch we entered a place close to "The Arctic Adventure." From here we managed to deciphre some menus on a food stall enough to get food we hoped we could eat. Most eating places have the food in pictures which makes it easier...... sometimes...... to recognise what you feel safe consuming. Sometimes. For me the fascination of seeing Chinese characters dominate on shop signs and street notices was very pleasing. The calligraphy also seen from time to time either on a T Shirt or Shop menu was pleasant to observe. The Locomotive (seen right) that pulled, no, hauled us up the hill through a darkened tunnel was impressive. The incline was about 1 in 5 and the darkness only really eased by a semi-humourous ceiling played video of what imaginarily was taking place outside. One thing surprised me alot in all our travels here. There were very few westerners here. English. American. Which ever. So few that in a day you may not see a single one. I assumed before I got here that the count would be justifiably high to warrrant some of the hostilities I experienced for no ground reason. But it wasn't. |
The day passed quickly and the heat and atmosphere bit me to distraction a couple of times, that and the oddity of jet lag or its inverse.... however... bei8ng tired is nothing new. Spend a week at Arnimean in Scotland and you'll see why. It was an adventurous day; a simple pleasures day and the things we saw and ate were very pleasing. The people around us were different to the extreme and their way of life, despite the surface similarities, is very different to our own. I'm so incredibly lucky to have Maxine as my Girlfriend because she is extremely fluent and educated when it comes to global travel and in this I would say 90% of the headaches are ironed out of our trips because she has a well versed insight into all the negative potentials and how to avoid them. Part of what makes travelling enjoyable for me is seeing the variation of existence but more over, having done my research before entering the country so that I dont blunder about inanely snapping the usual touristy colourfuls and cliches, but rather maintain an understanding of the heart of the society and this enables me to "see" things I otherwise would have missed. Doing some research and historical educational studies means that what, to the ordinary tourist, appears mundane......... actually has more meaning and reason for understanding than its appearance implies. Tomorrow I plan to get under the skin of HongKong a little. |
I would like to see some of the ancient architecture somewhere in Hongkong. I have read alot about the construction method of building houses particularly as the ancient woodworkers made houses that were several stories high yet not one nail was used. The beams and wooden rafters all slotted together like a chinese puzzle and held the building solidly in place.
Old HongKong would suffice (Left) if only to get a feel for those who founded the marketing area. I think we're off to a Fishing village on one of our days here. I don't expect I'll see ancience... but it will be interesting to see another angle of HongKong.
I more prefer walking through the streets looking at the markets that sell to their own people. you get a better feeling and see a better frequency of lifestyle if you can invisibly walk amongst them somehow. The markets here are raw and uncluttered with the pretties we are used to in the west. The harsh reality of their ways of life are quite apparent as you see the brutality and hygenically dangerous places some of these people are forced to live amongst. But the oddity of even this is that next door is a super-tech hi-rise mall. Glitzy and steely pristine.
I found it near impossible to walk past the handful of beggars we saw sitting with a cup of small coins and not give a paper gift. Maybe because in this country if the system wont look after you when youre starving, you die. I guess therefore the importance and value of many freinds and a big family hopefully saved you from this fate..... unless of course you were unlucky enough to outlive them all.
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Day 2. HongKong.
Man Luen Choon
Address: Harvest Building, 29-35 Wing Kut St, Hong Kong
Phone: +852 2544 6965
Chinese Art Supplies and Materials.
MAN LUEN CHOON - The Chinese Arts Secret Resource.
"Massive, endless, inspiring, limitless... this store is worth travelling half way round the Earth for. "
(EXTENSIVE MAN LUEN CHOON GALLERY HERE!)
Chinese Art Supplies and Materials.
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MAN LUEN CHOON - The Chinese Arts Secret Resource.
As you walk in trhough the door you're faced with a staggering view of paintings, ink stones in wooden cases, literature, more brushes and types of brush than you could ever imagine, brush vases and pots, brush hangers, seal stone clamps and vices, extravagantly carved ink stones, ornately wooden-boxed seal mud porcelains, ... and the list goes on to cover everything you already knew existed plus leagues more. Here, at Man Luen Choon, you will see the real price of goods as it should be for the struggling artist not the conditioned excessive prices the rest of the world charges. |
Blank fan papers, fan spines and handles. Blank scroll tips. Silk. A huge array of papers, pressed car papers, books, zigzag books........... The gentleman (<<< pictured left) speaks excellent english and is also an Art Master. Showing me a packet of 7 Wild Mountain Horse Hair Brushes and walking straight to examples of tutorial literature in the massive library in the store I walked away from this shop with incredible treasures (more on that on another page later) and really felt the journey had been more than I ever expected. I have ached to see inside a Chinese Art Store and see this most traditional history before my eyes. The xuen papers. The hairs in the brushes and here, the brush types ran into hundreds and the count literally tens thousands. See the Gallery <<HERE!!!!!!>> Its a crying shame that Europe and America do not stock the artists materials to this degree because seeing this store made all the western type stores in europe seem pathetic. Not just from the limited range of materials they have compared to China's vast offering, but because for some reason the west deems art to be some kind of elitist field pricing materials unrealistically high and killing the true artists limited means. I could have spent a couple of days sifting through the wares here at Man Luen Choon but time was precious and the 8 days I was in HongKong whistled past like an express train. But at least we found this place, met the people, saw the wares on offer and came away feeling we had seen something that should be common knowledge to the Chinese Artist. With help from my friend in Art, Elaine, I have access to these things but I would rather hope that, with Man Luen Choons staff assistance I could deliver and host a site online to display and promote the sales of materials from here for anyone outside China. |
Man Luen Choon (chinese Stationeries) Art Supply Store Address: 2/Floor Harvest Building, 29-35 Wing Kut St, Hong Kong
Phone:+852 2544 6965
ManLuenChoon >> WEBSITE HERE
Day 2. Elaine Yip and Man Luen Choon.
After having been in touch with Elaine through the Chinese Arts for about 10 years I finally got the chance to meet her in HongKong for the very first time. This penpal of the adult world who for a decade has been text in an email client. Though it wasn't easy and I did wonder whether we were ever going to find one another. I stood on the corner of an extremely busy city centre high street and waited in this strange land texting Elaine now and then and trying to make sure I was by the right place. Saigon street, its name photographed and analysed by a phone OCR (Optical Character Recognition) program for Chinese to English is precarious to say the least especially when "Elephant" seems to come in as a potential meaning for one character on its own!!!! However, finally a face I recognised amidst the crowds and our first event was to sit in a restaurant on the 2nd floor of an incredible office block ( I think) and have lunch and Traditional Chinese Tea. Proper Tea. My favourites being Oolong and Teh Quan Yin. Something I had promised my self to do for years. Teh Kuan Yin was the order of the day, something common in China I suspect but rare in the UK. The food Elaine ordered..... I simply said I'd go along with whatever was most Chinese. We spoke of Art, the surrounds, the way the restaurant worked and the people who startwed to gather all around us. When we walked in we were the 2nd table of about 30. Within a short while the entire place was heaving with people. The food was excellent and the day was slipping through my fingers again. After lunch we made out way through the town towards Man Luen Choon. This was to be the highlight of the year and something I was not prepared for as I walked up the crowded alleyway street towards an opening in a building because Man Luen Choon does not have a shop front, but rather is upstairs in the middle of a large building without windows. |
As we walked through the doorway I could not believe my eyes. The area was huge, much bigger than I expedted and heaving with art materials in the Chinese style. I have never seen so many Brushes in so many different style and containers. Incredible. The things that struck me the most were the variety of xuen paper and types. Secondlty the cost of everything was about a third to a fifth of what Europe normally pays for these items on ebay and from the states. But thirdly, the cost of the brushes was alot more than I expected , not because they were not worth it, but because they deserved more respect than I had given them. My failing. Paint brushes and Calligraphy bruishes in China are serious business. It was incredible to look through the store. The library of books was almost eternal and most publications were in Chinese by 98% (nothing new there) so I inadvertantly found two superb books by Chau Shau-an. My current master by example. One book came with a 22 gig DVD which, to my amazement when I got back to England, contained about 6 tutorial videos by Chau himself. Absolutely a bonus. Now I can see how the brush lays on the paper and how the paint is supposed to work. Stunning. very happy to see this. I made a short video in the store as the people there were impressed that I wanted to document the place and put it on the web for europe. So I had free run to photograph the premises and stock for the video coming later. The master there explained about Wild Horse Hair Brushes and supplied me with about 5 medium ranging brushes. He said these were the style Chau used for his works and that also I should use the cotton fibre paper for my work and studies as this was not sized but neither was it raw. And it would work correctly for the style of Shau-an. So enjoyable to sit and listen to a master who teaches Chinese arts and who works in the store as well. An incredble day.... Some of the teas I have are small mandarins stripped out fo the wet fruit, the skin is then packed tightly with tea, and the "lid" put back on. The this little fruit is wrapped in foil and left in a drying house for a year or two. Many types of Chinese tea don't have caffeine or Tannin. But the west doesn't know this. Most types of tea taste flowery and have been aged in tea huts for 5 to ten years sometimes and then smoked... commonly, but the west doesn't know anything further than PG tips and (shudder) Yorskshire tea. "The taste of home" whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. Compared to Yun Nan Puer Po Nee... you'd wonder why Englsih Supermarkets do NOT stock Chinese teas when they are in SUCH massive abundance in China. On that note, I bought some very elite The Quan Yin (1/2 lb) for little under $600 hkd from a very upmarket Tea shop Elaine showed me. Something you have to do once. ======================================+++===============================
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HongKong or Bust!
Day 1.
After Maxine and I had unpacked and sorted out what we were going to wear in the hotel we went outside and for the second time I felt the heat and humidity contrast from inside to out (inside which was too cold to wear just a shirt in almost all establishments.) Its the first time my glasses steamed up going outside and I had to put something warm to wear on going inside. The air cons were set to really too low. I took a sweater with me most places. Laugh, but to begin with the air temp is nice. Then.... you shiver. The first we noticed as the plane comes in for landing is how busy the harbour is. There are so many boats and ships and barges but not particularly of any size... (and sadly no junks that I could see either... :( ) just holding, in some cases, one or two "containers" as stored and hauled about every harbour on earth. Making our way from the airport via train (some kind of underground) was interesting. The train has no intersected carriages so you can see from one end all the way down the full mile to the other end. Going round corners you see the end swinging about until you also take the turn. Interesting to see and something visually poetic about it too. The people all queue up to board the train but as soon as the secondary glass doors open (Youre held in a contained platform where the train arrives behind glass panels and when the train doors open then the glass doorways also open. No chance of suicides here.) the ordered queues reform to become a raucus crowd hurtling themselves into the tube train en masse and clinging onto any bar, spring or security they can before the train whistles off again. Exciting times and my brain at this point is racing through what I might find in these two art stores. The main one being Man Luen Choon. A store that to this day only has about 1 image half a dozen times on any search engine of its wares. I hope to change that internationally. People need to see, not only that Chinese art supplies are a fifth the prices they're paying in the US and Ebay arenas, but that the range and variety of papers and accessories is leagues above what has been seen in the west so far. It's like some un-guarded secret; some unspoken order than denies access to such materials any further than the chinese broder. I'll post a page or three on the stores I found here and also make a standalone page to advertise what they do and what they stock. So if you're a chinese artist, I suggest you bookmark this because it will hold links to real eye openers.
Finally I stood, for all the world to see, on Chinese Soil. HongKong, then, for me was something I had to see and mainly because, buried amidst this intense society of workaholics rattling about their business undaunted and undistracted by the mass of "everything" churning past, there are two Chinese Art Stores of some repute but otherwise rather hidden on the internet.
An 'Education' then.
It's when you can stand back and take in whole chunks of this landscape; see the entirety of this massive working industrious engine of the Chinese People, that you really appreciate how fast it's all grown and how changing the landscape is even as I write.
Turn a corner and you'll see that somehow the poorer Chinese have bypassed the effects of hygene and are living in conditions and working in environments that make you grimace but walk forwards to see anyway. One stall I noticed showed marketeers changing the fish from the polystyrene containers into tanks to "revive them" and slapped out some more into the water filled polistyrene containers to swim about and look lively and fresh. Beside this was a girl cutting their heads off as they flapped about and fin and tailing them for a customer and aside down a thin alley where the market extended on another day I saw live chickens and ducks being handled in exactly the same manner. While this siunds barbaric the freshness of the meats involved do not contain disease because if the food was prepped before hand and laid out in poly boxes as over here.... it would go bad in the same morning. The temperatures here are 25 to 30 degrees c. The humidiy is like drinking the air some afternoons. So be prepared if you're not aware. |
It's not everyones cup of tea to have their lunch performing death throes in their shopping bags but no less tricky looking about the markets and shops that have their wares on trays and boxes outside either. Its a horrifically delightful explorative affair looking at what on the one hand appears to be a chicken leg drumstick................. but that seems to have been genetically grafted onto something that looks like a cuttlefish cross octopus bladder. Don't ask me! I just took the picture. (Left.) there are whart appear to be spare ribs but the acrid smell of carrion doesn't do alot for my appetite. And aside from these delights there are always dried fish of every description and I mean every. Some of them look like they're crustaceons dried and, sort of inflated!!!!!! Well, they do! Vitamin "D" bubble gum?? Who knows. In all, the markets were highly colourful and exciting because in these street markets, if you can turn your head away from the usual touristy crap on sale, you get a good cross section of the kind of common place in China and especially here, in HongKong, what sells. The Chinese are very tenacious and the stalls you see are stocked with what they are because such stock moves and you're the ones who mnake it so. I found on the whole the stalls held a wide variety of super-colourful nothings and trinkets you can't live without and I succumbed and bought a few. A few???????? I hear you ask! Night Markets. Scary. Stomache it! |
Markets... |
HONG KONG PARK. HongKong Park. Now this is a place I saw on video on youtube one year... about 2007 or so. The person who video'd this also created a video of spiralling Koi Carp by the thousand. This video I commented on and asked the person where they lived and what they most enjoyed doing. They said they lived in HongKong and enjoyed Art and painting most. From then on I wrote to Elaine Yip and when Maxine said we were going to HongKong I thought we have a friend there we can rely on for navigation and translation. It was beautiful to see these birds, now kind of tame to the public, and as I turned round one was sitting right besdie me and one was "talking" to Maxine and curiously approaching. Peace amidst chaos. The brids were in good variety and there were also some incredible butterflies and moths whizzing past and hiding amongst the leaves. The day was whistling by me, too, and light started fading so we headed back to the hotels to change and go out for dinner. |
Dusk in HongKong... The night lights in HongKong are something to see. You really need a digital camera that gioves a digital view of whast the sensor see in this environment because otherwise the guesswork will be immense. I've just bought a Fuji HS50 which is their top of the range HS series cameras and it excells at night photography. It even takes triple exposures and blends them together to decrease grain at very high iso's (asa's for the original pro's amongst us.) The signs hanging down every alleyway and side styreet suddenly start to come to glorious flurescent life and their colourful spray of shimmer makes the environment even more gracefull to drift amongst, despite the carnage of the goods being prepared as you wander past. We sat down to eat. It was, none the less, a really entertaining and enjoyable evening. Raw and basic with raucus humour from some of the locals drunk and apparently celebrating their daughters wedding engagement though, as the evening wore one, I suspected the wedding led daughter routine to be something they used frequently to lure holiday makers into buying the majority of drinks. With several refusals we made our way back to our hotel and made Tih Kuan Yin before bed time. The days end. |