Day 3: 刮大风
I am deeply attracted to the architecture of the Yingge Ceramics Museum. It has generous pockets of spaces everywhere, high ceilings fitted with large glass panels that deposit light in the building, cement finishes and metal rails, and the colour grey. Lots and lots of grey hues.
I am awed by the handsomeness of the building – sleek interiors, raw cemented walls, brilliant play of symmetry, curves, and all.
Without the clutter and the chatter of too many people at once, I felt like I owned the peace. I liked how the tranquillity of the building and its atmosphere translated into a calm that came over me. I shed a sense of self-consciousness. I was alone, but I was not lonely.
I was inspired and touched by the art on display. The exhibits were not many, but by my own account, they were just adequate. I found words and ideas in places that made me stop and smile. I had stepped into Yingge with stereotypes of boring pottery exhibits and history snippets, but I left with a lot of warmth and happiness despite the cold weather.