Monday, November 16, 2009


© Shen Wei

This morning I ate two persimmons for breakfast, both were not mature enough, a little hard and tasted puckery. I bought them in Chinatown on Sunday. When I was in Lake Como last month, I discovered a huge persimmon tree near my studio. I have never seen so many persimmons on one tree, the fruits were big, each one is twice as large as the ones I got from the Chinatown. Every time I walk by the tree, I would pick one and bring it to my studio, soon I had a bunch of them on my windowsill, they looked beautiful. They were also too raw to eat. Some days, I would lost my patience and cut one of them and lick the juice, some part of it can be already sweet, but mostly was astringent. The smell of the persimmon reminds me of the aftermath of a wild sex.

Lunch in Elmhurst, Queens, sat in one of our favorite Malaysian restaurant with my best friend. She would leave for Beijing in a few hours, for good. Sadness. All dishes on the table tasted same, tart, pungent and a little bit sweet; like the persimmons I had in the morning. I suddenly became too Chinese to express what I would like to say to her. It may embarrass her. We had hugged at the airport, the longest, strongest hug we have ever had, a bit tart. As I left airport, I saw this middle aged man sitting there, starring blankly, skin looked sun burned, like an awaiting orange fruit.

© Shen Wei

Monday, November 09, 2009

In Paris.


The common atmosphere in cities such as Paris, New York and Shanghai is that invisible sense of coldness, and everyone appears to be very much fullfilled (at least on the streets). The Aperture book Paris-New York-Shanghai explains all.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Exhibition at Nemo HQ Gallery

Image © Shen Wei

I am very pleased to announce my upcoming two-person show with New York based Chinese-American photographer Jane Tam at Nemo HQ Gallery in Portland, OR. If you are in the area, please stop by.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Sad but Inspired.

The Villa is high above on the hill of the Bellagio village.

Night Ferry on Lake Como.

My residency in Rockefeller Foundation Bellagio Center was ended last week. It was difficult to leave such a beautiful place and was very sad to say good-bye to all the friends I have made during this month-long residency. The best part of this residency is to meet the scholars and artists from all over the world in all different fields such as writing, music, law, politics and non-for-profit organization. I have learned so much from other residences and was inspired to working on unplanned new projects. Last but not least, I have to thank the director of the center Pilar and the staffs of The Villa to make my stay so very special. This residency definitely is one of those experiences I will never forget.