Dia Wang

As a result of the new socialist countryside construction and urbanization in China, houses were massively torn down and communities that hadn’t changed for decades were rectified and reformed. Things related to the past memories are forced distorted both visually and metaphorically. People run from the cities to the villages only to find out the loss of simplicity and purity in a hypocritically dilettantish upgrade of aesthetics and commercialized retro romance. With the hope of re-experiencing a missed old-time culture, I went to live in Cuba. In this free and enthusiastic country that still preserves traditional socialism, walking on the streets with a never-ending stream of vintage cars and horse carriages, being in the crowds of people who can be friends just singing together, seeing the children cheered up by a piece of artificially colored cake, a single-foot roller skate and a chicken running in the yard, my senses of passion, innocence and tenderness as well as the perceptivity towards city and life itself starts to gradually come back to me.

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