Prologue My brother and I were kidnapped off a street in Chungking, China, when I was five years old. Our amah, Mi Ling, was shoved into shelves at an open-air stall called the Prosperity Medicine Shop. Blue and white jars filled with herbs clattered to the cobblestones. A rough hand seized my neck. I was […]
We think that all artists create their art for essentially the same reason—they have a view of the world that they want to share with other people and, perhaps, at the same time teach them to see things from a different perspective, if only for a short time.