​There is a call in seeing, a projection onto which our gaze search for an encounter and a space of recognition from the other, having this call shatter the illusory deception of the gaze that - blind to its self - desires.

Blind men embodied a metaphor, as they - in their blindness - became the ideal of the wise men! A visual dialectic embedded in a gaze that is not there but for us to see, naked and transmutating into speech. A voice that does not reach us quite unless is mediated by the powerful microphone of a video camera, as such is the sound pollution that affects you as you walk the streets of downtown Shanghai. Visual saturation in a hyper-commodified society running towards consumerism and rampant capitalism. So, amongst this chaos, this pandemonium, the blind beggar navigates leaving behind echoes of china's classical past. He navigates against a very voracious human flood - in search of satisfying the hunger of a most volatile desire - only with his instrument and its harmonious melodies before they are swallowed by the masses. Almost like the movement of the tide, they come and go - I see you now, I don't see you. I don't see you at all but you can see/hear me. There is no moral obligation it seems, there is no cultural contract of responsibility and guilt. A labyrinth of gazes and reflexions. A fascinating space to dive into or to reflect upon. I am just walking open to the encounter as I know they are there, anywhere at a turn of a corner.