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26

Feb
2013

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In About Liu
Family Story
Paris

By Gayook

Reflections of Paris and Father

On 26, Feb 2013 | 4 Comments | In About Liu, Family Story, Paris | By Gayook

It’s early morning, the day after the conference, and I can’t sleep.

I woke up in the dark, feeling emotionally raw as I gaze outside my bedroom window at the Paris rooftops, waiting for the dawn to come.  I reflect on and attempt to allow my mind, body and spirit to absorb the very personal impact of attending the conference, and in particular, Jeff Cody’s presentation of my father.

I remember my first time in Paris, receiving a glimpse of him as a young man, with his whole life ahead of him. What I didn’t realize then was how he had already started to execute his dreams as a student here, how proactive he was in implementing his vision of melding Chinese and western art and architecture as his way to help build the very newly formed republic of China.

As I write, I sit here weeping, tears rolling down my face.

I weep for what I never had with him in life, even what I never knew about him in life – how courageous and dedicated he was in pursuing his dreams.

The father I knew was defeated by his struggles to survive in a new land, one so different in landscape, in language, in culture from the one he was forced to leave. The father I knew forever grieved the loss of his infant daughter left behind. The father I knew deeply grieved  when he received news of the loss of family and friends during the conflict.  The father I knew never stopped grieving in private for the loss of the art and architectural work that developed and sustained his spirit.

I weep for him, that he was forced to bury such talent so that he could provide for his family, so that his children would have a future.

I weep for him, that in the last two decades of his life, although he never recaptured the status that he enjoyed in Paris and China, he was able to go back to the art and architecture that was his life’s blood, if only in a quieter way.

I weep now with joy for his gift to me and my children, the heritage that he has bequeathed us, tangible pieces of  his art that is our heritage. The shadow of his struggles in America, the defeat he carried in his psyche and how that impacted on my own life, fall away. It is replaced with a new knowledge of this vibrant man who was my father, stepping forward to forge a new China against many odds.

He gives me the strength and courage to step up and contribute in ways I’ve always stopped myself before this.

It feels altogether fitting that the first public presentation of his works is here in Paris, the place where it all started for him, the place that nurtured his spirit as a young man.

Gayook (Liou) Wong

Comments

  1. Paul Roach

    Thanks for the update Gayook! It sounds like a moving and important moment – I’m so glad you got to see it happen! *hugs* hope Paris isn’t too cold!

    • Barbara Dennis

      Gayook, how wonderful. Sounds like a cleansing, deep forgivness and gratitude. This is likely to lighten your load and offer much welcomed free inner space.

  2. Ellen Cull

    Gayook, Thank you for sharing this experience with us. It is moving, touching, and inspiring.

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