"I'm year of the rat," she told me, "I collect a lot of rats." The fact that I now know she collects Ugly Dolls only increases my respect and admiration for her.
Hung Liu's many figurines, including a solar-powered pikachu bobble-head.
When I first saw Hung Liu in her entryway, in her hand was a bowl of dry cat food. She shook her head comically, "I have three wild cats. I started with one. Then, they turned into three."
Hung Liu's kitchen, topped with birdcages and decorated with whimsical trinkets.
An artist's studio is private and intimate. I was afraid of intruding, but she made sure that I felt at home. She placed a bowl of cherries and grapes in front of me, and insisted that I eat. It reminded me of the wizard's home in Howl's Moving castle; comfortably cluttered, full of mystery and fantastical whirring, ticking instruments. I have novels and novels to write about our meeting, but I only have time to write this small teaser. I'm off to Chinatown for dinner - see you soon!
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