The sky is not quite blue, the landscape is somewhat damped like that it is a gray filter over it. Still, it is beautiful and filled with surprising contrasts like the windmill in the Chinese park. Suddenly we came to a place filled with the bright colors of the kites, and I saw a boy watching them. To me this is a memory of a place, but also a story about China today. The boy’s dream, the sky that is somewhat gray the bold colors, the influence from other places in the windmill.
It makes you think about the future, or his future. As in all of my art, you will find some red. In this picture I have chosen the jacket of the boy as he is the main character in the story, all the kites representing his different dreams.
This is made with acrylic on my photograph from Zhuhai, China just opposite the border to Maccau and not too far from Hong Kong. It will be a part of the exhibition in Sweden this year, and maybe it will go with me to the Art Tour in Queensland.