I’m in Honolulu for a niece’s wedding. Right now I’m looking out my hotel window overlooking Kaimana beach. It would be a great view of Waikiki if not for the waving palm trees in the way. Frankly, I cannot think of a single important thing to write about. I’m just sitting here tasting the breeze, enjoying the sun, relaxing in the water. I’ll get intelligent again, maybe, on my return.
There is one thing. We took in an exhibit at the Honolulu Academy of Arts featuring the work of Chinese artists during and just after the Cultural Revolution. It was one of the saddest and yet inspiring displays ever. These artists risked everything to say in their art what could not be said out loud, but some of what they had to say expressed a deep disappointment and distrust in anything, past, present or future, that implied a wisdom they no longer believed existed in any form. It reminded me of the 14th Psalm. Look it up.