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On my last day in Yangon I went back to the Chawtaukji temple where I had gone to make drawings 24 years before. This time it was evening and lit up. the giant reclining Buddha was brilliant and shiny freshly painted. She had large long eyelashes too.
Her body Is nearly a block long made of solid brick.There were No white pigeons nesting flying out of her nose (or maybe they were nesting inside)
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We left Shan, and took the plane to Yangon, and I made my way to the market and the shreva gon Pagoda arriving just in time for sunset .Stayed for a couple of hours walk Wandered barefoot around the smooth marble temple floors 3 Times. I always delight in that place. Had a lovely shrimp meal on my own overlooking this pagoda from the rooftop, it was my day alone.

Once we got back to Yangon, we setup own exhibition at Myanm/Art gallery, up 7 flights of stairs, in an old building where they have art events, to fill a special need In Yangon. we were all There to exhibit our works, A day listening to lectures. I gave a performance at the very end. it was well attended, event we hoped More people would come to know about lacquer now. It has to be done again. This was the first one.











I enjoyed sitting behind the Buddha's giant back
overlooking the evening landscape
alongside the discreet lovers
hiding behind bushes. As I
sat there, a beautiful spotted
cat plopped down in front
of a carving inscription in
front of me. I wondered if
the inscription had a message.

As we sat together, he stretched
himself Out wide and long. He
left and Came back again.
We sat together for some time.
I could feel just my pulse.
I recollected this place,
coming here in the Morning
25 years ago. At that time, The road out
to this temple was quiet dirt,
rutted old asphalt road.
Now it was a big road with fast buses
I walked up the temple stairs
as lovers clustered on theĀ 
simultaneous landings, the
Cicadas wailing and soaring their Wings
I felt like a Pilgrim alone going up
the red tile stairs up into a vast room,
where a monstrous white Buddha was sitting.
the reflections of the cut green
mirrors sparkled in the early
evening, the swirling digital halos
formed repeating patterns. The room was
encircled with acted out Buddha
scenes.


Awaken from deep sleep at dawn, From the plane window, red and orange tall huge buildings irritate the landscape. I have arrived in China. But the day Turns out clear and Glorious imbued with fresh Sun and we drive through landscapes of yellow flowers and green golden bushes, along rivers, a clear open road in late summer into the mountains.
Stop to try to get a coffee. In my sleepy stupor.
My image of the great wall was walking on rubble climbing up onto an old road In
the fog but instead they pick you up with a chairlift floating in silence over the trees
over chestnuts. I could have stayed out there for hours and walked up over the dark shadowed side of the wall- It was nice to be out there, to see the meandering wall following the terrain winding over miles of tree filled Stone
mountains.



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I proceeded to leave down the
shortcut to where the young boys were playing
where I remember they had been
playing many years before.
Those men from then are grownup now. and another generation is here. a timeless place to play on the earth.


Awaken from deep sleep at dawn, From the plane window, red and orange tall huge buildings irritate the landscape. I have arrived in China. But the day Turns out clear and Glorious imbued with fresh Sun and we drive through landscapes of yellow flowers and green golden bushes, along rivers, a clear open road in late summer into the mountains.
Stop to try to get a coffee. In my sleepy stupor.
My image of the great wall was walking on rubble climbing up onto an old road In
the fog but instead they pick you up with a chairlift floating in silence over the trees
over chestnuts. I could have stayed out there for hours and walked up over the dark shadowed side of the wall- It was nice to be out there, to see the meandering wall following the terrain winding over miles of tree filled Stone
mountains.
Myanm/Art Gallery
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