You notice immediately how appropriate this space is for Ai Weiwei’s art and message: the broken windows, the faded colors and peeling walls, and the vestiges of the prison contrast with his work. The imagery symbolizing flight, from the dragon kite to other works of art, is powerful within this confined space.
What have I done? Or the current question: what am I doing now? I read the passionate, desperate tweets from brave protesters on my computer screen. I am deeply inspired, I comment on other’s tweets, I share articles on Facebook. I feel like I’m participating.
But, I am not.