Brushstrokes
Posted on December 25th, 2009 | No Comments »
You never really knew who was listening or watching. That had been his watchword while posing as a tour guide. He had no reason to believe it would be any different anywhere else in China.
He sighed. Being an artist in China — even just trying to be an individual — ate one’s soul.
But when Beijing sent a directive, that was a different thing altogether.



