The photos of the slivers of the day, sneaking by, through the sunshine and jet-lag…
This is my first time experiencing a culture where I don’t speak any of the language. I find myself wandering in my thoughts and absorbed in trying to processes all that is different here. I can sense that there are subtle differences too that I don’t yet comprehend. I am in the south of Taiwan and already fascinated by the many colorful street signs that burst onto the streets filled with so many scooters. There is a small preschool next to where I am staying where the children are allowed to exercise their curiosity by playing in an ‘anything but perfect’ play pin. I am sure that not all preschools are like this one but it is a pleasure for a child from the forest. The little pathways seen through the fence and the over grown edges are reminiscent of a similar unruliness from younger days. The joy of getting to play in the dirt and run freely is the base for a healthy understanding of the world around.
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It was overwhelming, the sounds, the colors, and the smell of exhaust. The eyes of the familiar passerby as they combed my face over in curiosity; my fingers finding their way into the hand of my significant other for support. I suddenly found myself aware of my own smallness in a crowd of people who looked different than I, spoke differently than I, a whole culture that I wasn’t privy to. It was exhilarating and daunting as the market unfolded and the peoples inquiring eyes were equally met with my own curiosity. The delicate dance when two cultures intermix, individuals fence between the precocity of their upbringing and the ambiguity of technology, information, and the distances between our everyday lives, to bring us to the same place. It is by the grace of the convenience of travel that I am brought to meet this beautiful country and the homeland of my significant other.
While in Paris I experienced rejection for being different or for being foreign. In Taiwan, while only resting here a few days, so far I have noticed though my differences are evident that I have not once felt rejected. In fact, there is a mutual curiosity almost. The people are friendly for the most part and the culture interactive rather than abrasive and cold, it is refreshing. I feel myself expectant for the rest of the city and what it has to show me.
-I cannot claim any rights to this piece/art/photo, though I do adore it.