In 1982, there was no one sculpted nudes in China, not even under Deng Xiaoping’s economic reform of opening China to the outside world.
He, the Beethoven looking man created stacks of nude sculptures in his studio which was no more than a kiosk tucked away in the alley.
We walked past his studio after school and made fun of him wearing silk stockings and hairnet by pulling faces and giggling away.
Now in 2020, I am a lot more educated on celebrating individuality and have seen the world outside of red China.
We were little assholes of ignorant parents and grandparents.
I have forgiven myself and am proud of how far I have come from that six year old girl.
*Thank you Denise for putting out this weekly prompt. You may check out Denise’s blog GirlieOnTheEdge’s Blog