My last few blogs have been mostly sad and a little ironic. It’s been an angsty few weeks for me, I suppose, and I’m particularly concerned because the Syrian friends to which I referred last Wednesday have returned to their conflict-ridden neighbourhood for lack of anywhere else to stay. There has also been some more death at only one degree of separation among people I love. I’m still trying to figure out how to tell my own story.
So today I take a little break to smile, to watch one of the most brilliant artistic expressions of CulturTwining, ever. This is the world all mixed up and scattered and then brought back together again. If I were in Singapore, I would visit his show and then beg to be one of his subjects. (Maybe I could figure out how to do it on my own? My poor mother has been yearning for a family photo for years now. We haven’t all been on the same continent at the same time for almost four years.)