I've felt pressured the last 2 days - I'm writing an essay I've titled, Traditions in Conflict, The Persecution of Catholics in Nineteenth Century Choson (Korea) - (depressing subject, eh?). The right words have not been flowing easily. One problem is (I think) that I accumulated too much material. But, anyway that's not what I'm posting about.
I bought a book last sunday at a remainder shop, only $50, over 700 pages - coffee table book size and heavy enough to break the average coffee table (grin). Its titled, The Art of East Asia, ( KONEMANN, tandem Verlag- 2006). And packed with wonderful illustrations. I brought it home, put it on a shelf for after I finished this essay.
About 2 hours ago, with my brain log-jammed with thoughts about the essay, I stopped trying to write and opened the book. I've spent 2 hours looking at the wonderful illustrations and as this thread title says - my heart is suddenly singing. All the wonderful things that humans have painted, sculpted, built etc.** (Not just East Asia, of course - but Asia is the focus of my studies).
Now I feel free to write - just wanted to tell someone else about it, so you guys copped it (haha). Life is suddenly blue-skied.
** If anyone else visits China, go see the museums in Shanghai and Suzhou - beautiful stuff. Have not been to the National collection in Beijing, but that probably beats all the others. And do not forget Japan, and Korea either.