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Visual Art Group
Audrey Keenan
Solo Exhibition
Charless Fazzino
Solo Exhibition
Chen Pengrui
Solo Exhibition
Cici Liu
Solo Exhibition
Qiu Peijun
Solo Exhibition
Dmytro Tytula
Solo Exhibition
Eliane Ludwig
Solo Exhibition
Jin Xiaoyan
Solo Exhibition
Rakia Raza
Solo Exhibition
Santhosh CH
Solo Exhibition
Susana López F
Solo Exhibition
Shan Xiran
Solo Exhibition
Song Ruizhe
Solo Exhibition
Veronika Spleiss
Solo Exhibition
Shelley
Solo Exhibition
XuFeiXiaoSu
Solo Exhibition
Zhou Chang
Solo Exhibition
Zhu Di
Solo Exhibition
Zhang Jiamin
Solo Exhibition
Painting the Same Starry Sky
Autism Awareness Charity Exhibition
Duoduo
Solo Exhibition
Jiujiu
Solo Exhibition
Yang Peiyu
Solo Exhibition
Xiao Ma
Solo Exhibition
Zhangzhang
Solo Exhibition
Chuanchuan
Solo Exhibition
Xuanxuan
Solo Exhibition
Shang Shang
Solo Exhibition
Xiao Ma
Solo Exhibition
Chengcheng
Solo Exhibition
Yang Peiyu
Solo Exhibition
Weiwei
Solo Exhibition
Literature Group
Fan Jingyu
Marilyn R. Wilson
Marilyn R. Wilson
In Letting You Go, I Finally Began to See
The moment I was born, she effortlessly became my grandmother. A new life’s arrival, it seemed, carried with it an update to every familial role. I called her "Grandma" in countless moments—when strangers offered seats on the bus, when a petite silver-haired figure emerged from behind our North Ga
In Letting You Go, I Finally Began to See
The moment I was born, she effortlessly became my grandmother. A new life’s arrival, it seemed, carried with it an update to every familial role. I called her "Grandma" in countless moments—when strangers offered seats on the bus, when a petite silver-haired figure emerged from behind our North Gate apartment door, when third-grade Wednesdays meant racing home to her golden egg pancakes. Those tender crepes, rolled with stir-fried potatoes and bean sprouts, saw my eight-year-old self devouring seven or eight at a sitting, sometimes forcing down one extra just to hear her chuckle: "Look how DouDou relishes every bite!" To this day, I believe loving and making others feel loved are separate acts—my childhood instinct knew that savoring a cook’s offerings might be life’s purest love language.
Three days after her passing, I attempted the psychological "empty chair" exercise. Staring at our photographs until the edges blurred, I conjured her presence—those shrewd obsidian eyes glinting beneath papery lids, that perpetual half-smile curling like autumn leaf edges. The question slipped out unbidden: "Grandma, did you love me?" No hesitation colored her reply, only the familiar rustle of her quilted jacket as she leaned forward: "In our days, we didn’t speak of love. We lived. We stayed. You were my first granddaughter—that was the truth of it."
Born in 1945, she’d navigated ration coupons and grain queues; I arrived in 2000 amid abundance, free to ponder life’s whys. How strange—blood relatives separated not just by decades, but by entire universes of experience.
That day, I strained to see through her eyes, knowing the futility: granddaughter and grandmother, our bond predefined by duty’s unspoken contract—her nourishing my childhood, me tending her twilight years. Yet beneath these inherited roles lived Wang Jiansheng: woman who hated mutton but gnawed chicken feet with gusto, who stored walnut kernels in floral tins "for brain health," whose quick fingers could shuffle mahjong tiles faster than any senior center shark. When dementia-free at eighty, she’d still outcalculate pharmacy scams while munching sunflower seeds.With this understanding, I’ve not only personally witnessed my grandson’s journey as a caregiver, but have long embraced her as a radiant, unique individual – complete with distinctive routines, passions, and an authenticity that illuminates her place in the world.
During our final imagined conversation, she cut me off with a bookie’s grin: "Enough tears—I’ve got enough old pension to win at mahjong." My laughter caught, jaw stiffening as if her dentures had migrated to my mouth. Later, I drew the feeling with my left hand, friend didn't know the cause, but he said that he felt - we kept drawing a circle, and the end of the circle was another starting point.Like the Diamond Sutra says—"Allcomposed things are like a dream,a phantom, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning.This is how to meditate on them,this is how to observe them."（Thich Nhat Hanh，1992）Thank you, Madam Wang Jiansheng, for the pancake-scented memories. Thank you for teaching me death’s bittersweet grammar. Today I stand here—love spoken, gratitude given, apologies tendered, farewells whispered. May your next journey be smooth as combed silver hair, complete as a winning mahjong hand, free as nut shells scattering in the wind.
Marilyn R. Wilson
Marilyn R. Wilson
Marilyn R. Wilson
Circle of Life
A circle is the perfect shape.
There is no beginning and no ending.
Round and round it takes you
On a continuous eternal journey.
All the edges are smooth.
There are no flaws to trip you.
It is calming, it is pleasing and
It has a rhythm all its own.
Our journey on mother earth is
Perfectly expressed as a circle of life.
We erupt int
Circle of Life
A circle is the perfect shape.
There is no beginning and no ending.
Round and round it takes you
On a continuous eternal journey.
All the edges are smooth.
There are no flaws to trip you.
It is calming, it is pleasing and
It has a rhythm all its own.
Our journey on mother earth is
Perfectly expressed as a circle of life.
We erupt into this world, move through it
And, when the time is right, fade away.
A current disconnect has left our hearts
Unaware of this beautiful cycle.
We are bereft when we lose those close to us.
And unable to move from our place of grief.
We need circle of life communities
To help us dance to this rhythm.
Filled with the joyful noises of new life,
And the sounds of humanity playing.
Front porches filled with rockers
Holding smiling elders exuding love.
Parents in their free time immersed in
Playing with the young, supported by their elders.
Neighborhoods united in saying goodbye
To those returning to the dust that formed them.
Celebrating their lives in joyful shared stories
With memories we hold dear in our hearts.
Communities united to celebrate new souls
Bursting noisily onto the scene.
Stepping in to the empty spaces left by those gone.
Offering hope for the future in their tiny hands.
The circle is a continuous celebration
An honoring of every stage of life
From newly emerging to recently departed,
As well as every moment in between.
Along it's arc we come together as one
To perform a beautiful shared dance
Fueled by a pulsing, irresistible heartbeat.
Our souls joyfully and harmoniously in sync.
We are a community who walk together
Our path unfolding - arrival, life, death, rebirth -
In a pattern as old as the universe
The circle of life.
Visual Art Group
Cha Xuemei
Solo Exhibition
Vivian Tan Hui Miang
Solo Exhibition
Daniel Santi
Solo Exhibition
Deng Runxia
Solo Exhibition
Dmytro Tytula
Solo Exhibition
Elie Hatungimana
Solo Exhibition
Hu Hengyue
Solo Exhibition
Jason Kurzer
Solo Exhibition
Leyao Lu
Solo Exhibition
Lisa Henshall
Solo Exhibition
ECHO
Solo Exhibition
Miao Hepianjue
Solo Exhibition
Qian Haichao
Solo Exhibition
Rakia Raza
Solo Exhibition
Sarah Bilodeau
Solo Exhibition
Sun Tonghua
Solo Exhibition
YIUSzeFong
Solo Exhibition
Yohannes Tesfaye (Johnny)
Solo Exhibition
Chunxuan Yu
Solo Exhibition
Siqi Wu & Haolai Zhou
Solo Exhibition
Chance Zhang
Solo Exhibition
Merry Cheung tsz yuen
Solo Exhibition
Jinda Zhong & Hui Jing
Solo Exhibition
Andi Zhou&Siyuan Ma&Bo Bao
Solo Exhibition
Zhu Na
Solo Exhibition
Zhu Xueying
Solo Exhibition
Zhu Jiamin
Solo Exhibition
Public Welfare Group
International Day of Disabled Persons Special Public Welfare Project x The Disability Arts Healing Program
Disabled cultural creativity
Solo Exhibition
Disabled cultural creativity
Solo Exhibition
Wei Zhongdao
Solo Exhibition
Yang Jin
Solo Exhibition
Yuanyuan
Solo Exhibition
Zhang Jiujiao
Solo Exhibition
Visual Art Group
Buzerov Valeriy
Solo Exhibition
Cha Xuemei
Solo Exhibition
Chandler Cheng
Solo Exhibition
Vivian Tan Hui Miang
Solo Exhibition
Deng Runxia
Solo Exhibition
Diana Malivani
Solo Exhibition
Ziwei Duanmu
Solo Exhibition
Larisa Siverina
Solo Exhibition
Catherine Bang
Solo Exhibition
Yi Lu（Louis） Fang
Solo Exhibition
Xi Feng
Solo Exhibition
Ge Jinjin
Solo Exhibition
Giada Rossi
Solo Exhibition
Dongling Huang
Solo Exhibition
Hester Coetze
Solo Exhibition
Jose Cifuentes
Solo Exhibition
Happy
Solo Exhibition
Larisa Siverina
Solo Exhibition
Li Haifeng
Solo Exhibition
Lin Qiongsi
Solo Exhibition
Ma Xue
Solo Exhibition
Mu Chen
Solo Exhibition
Rob Van Hoek
Solo Exhibition
Viet Ha Tran
Solo Exhibition
Vladyslav Durniev
Solo Exhibition
Wang Hua
Solo Exhibition
Wang Mengjun
Solo Exhibition
Yueying Wang
Solo Exhibition
Qigor
Solo Exhibition
Yue Qing
Solo Exhibition
Zhang Jing
Solo Exhibition
Zhou Mo
Solo Exhibition
Visual Art Group
Barbara Couse Wilson
Solo Exhibition
Cha Xuemei
Solo Exhibition
Vivian Tan Hui Miang
Solo Exhibition
Jeffery Backer
Solo Exhibition
Joydeb Chatterjee
Solo Exhibition
Kurowska
Solo Exhibition
Kevin Lee
Solo Exhibition
Shangyanyan Li & Yenan Lin & Yachu Feng
Solo Exhibition
Li Zhenzi
Solo Exhibition
Luo Xinsheng
Solo Exhibition
Luo Changhua
Solo Exhibition
Meryl Goudey
Solo Exhibition
Michelle Drummond
Solo Exhibition
Henry.Daniel
Solo Exhibition
Sarah Bilodeau
Solo Exhibition
Duanqing Wan
Solo Exhibition
Yang Zichun
Solo Exhibition
Xinyi Yu
Solo Exhibition
Jacqueline C Tsou
Solo Exhibition
Zhang Jiamin
Solo Exhibition
Visual Art Group
Liang Danchen
Solo Exhibition
Lin Shuyang
Solo Exhibition
Annie Liu
Solo Exhibition
Shuyi Liu & Yachu Feng
Solo Exhibition
Liu Rong
Solo Exhibition
MU HONGBO
Solo Exhibition
Shea
Solo Exhibition
Nelly Mao
Solo Exhibition
Quan Quan
Solo Exhibition
Shen Jialin
Solo Exhibition
Shi Lei
Solo Exhibition
Tao Yayu
Solo Exhibition
Tao Xiaoyan
Solo Exhibition
Axst
Solo Exhibition
Wang Xiao
Solo Exhibition
Zhengzhen Wang
Solo Exhibition
CHIA CHEN WU
Solo Exhibition
Wu Xunmu
Solo Exhibition
Wild tree
Solo Exhibition
Yang Liu
Solo Exhibition
YUE YA
Solo Exhibition