Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Tiananmen. Memory.

The piece of history happened in the Mainland, but most of the Mainland seem to have forgotten. But the piece of history was somehow firmly stitched into the collective minds of us from the former colony.

A memory disconnect between the Mainland and Hong Kong; A memory that was strangely displaced from Mainland China to Hong Kong-- the bastard child of China and England, the city that's the least Chinese of China.

Many in China never knew the scope of the incident, the ones who know can only quietly mourn.

It reminds me of a painting by Zhang Xiaogang, who so often talks about pain and memory in his paintings.



Tiananmen, painted in 1993, 4 years after the incident.

Tiananmen Square, vast, black and solemn, the government distant and inhuman. The square is empty, suggesting a memory purged? But red bloodlines extend from the government and reach beneath the grounds, where blood once seeped through the cracks. A song hovering in the sky (sorry that part of the image is a bit blurry). A whether indicator: Today's weather is gloomy.