Clifton Art Prize 2013 (FINALIST) - Early morning sitting in a cab on my way to the airport I was half asleep, trying to catch up for much a needed slumber after waking up too early for a travel. A lively Chinese song is playing on the radio as if lulling me to wake up for a spectacular sight that is about to unfold. As uncle veered right and entered the AYE an orgy of light and colour exploded in front of me. Uncle was surprised to hear a camera shutter sound, with a big grin on his face he said “ Zǎo'ān” (“good morning”)