Edwin Rosskam: Beach scene at New Beach, the most popular beach near Provincetown, Massachusetts, 1937

Some people are sitting by the beach, some people are lying, and some people are playing.

This painting shows some people playing by the beach.


Edwin Rosskam: Cock fighting. In the middle, there are two men with their own roosters and a judge. These audience is engrossed at these two cocks.

roosters fighting. Looking at their beautiful bodies, their feathers become red. It means that this fighting is very fierce. I am imaging if those cocks are fighting now, how they will act.

Chi-Town Urchin 1941

This photo is about a poor boy in Chi-Town, 1941. When Rosskam took this photo, this boy faced the sun, so he squinted. It must be a cold wintter, so this boy wears a hat, and put his hands in pockets. This boy is the main subject in this photo, other things are very faint.

Collage Self Portrait: 18″ * 24″. Total process 8 hours.

I focus on colors. I like to make art works. even though it takes me a long time, when it is finished, I am very satisfied.

Edwin Rosskam: Beach scene, Provincetown, Massachusetts, 1937

It is a interesting pose, which I have seen somewhere else.

Bruce Lee and Williams camp it up in this promotional photo. This pose is very difficult to do.


This painting by me and the first photo by Edwin Rosskam are about two people playing by the beach. It reminds me of a poem.

I Miss the Beach

I miss everything about the beach from the sands between my toes to the mighty sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks; it is there where I found my serenity.

I miss the sun raise to the sun fall at the beach, where its true colors have this wonderfully glow right at the point of when the sun touches the water.

I miss the smell of the salted water when the wind blows, I miss the way the sun feels when it caress my face, it has this magical warmth.

I miss the beach from the family fun to the just one on one in the sun, it reminds me of what home feel like, I miss seen the kids playing in the water, and how the fire bounces off the ocean in the darkness of night.

I miss the beauty of the beach for this is the loveliest gift that God has created for us to enjoy our time with each other, oh how I miss the beach.

Edwin Rosskam: He took this picture in front of kitchenette apartment, Chicago, 1941.

 At first glance, in the center of the picture, a black boy, around 12 years old, with curly hair captures our attention. His eyes, though dimmed with tears, stare with great intensity. This is a cold winter day, but he is not wearing gloves. He just wears two thin layers of clothes: a shirt, and a linen coat. His left hand is on his waist and his right hand is clenched by his side. His right shoulder leans against the icy-cold iron door. The bright sunlight causes him to scowl, and his tight frown seems like a visual sigh. He is looking into the distance, as if pondering about his future, “The school bell is ringing, and I am eager to learn all sorts of knowledge, but because the burden of my family, I have to drop out of school. I have to go to work in advance.” What lies ahead of him in the future? He is just a young boy. How can he labor like an adult? He uses his fragile body, but still cannot afford to put food on the table. Behind him is a black girl with a hat. She is also looking in the same direction, seeing her peers, white girls, frolicking in the distance. How about her? Maybe tomorrow she has to work again. Her future is also so uncertain. Behind this girl, there are many other black children: one boy is looking down at the floor for the passing of his ephemeral youth. Another is looking around and wondering what to do; one is still solemnly looking at the front. They all are lost, and have lost their future.                             –Haizhen Yuan

I painted it after I took a picture. It was a beggar in China. Even though he was poor, he looked very peaceful under the sun. He closed his eyes to relax.