China, la bella

William Yang went on a trip to China once, twice and more than twice. He liked what he saw, that’s why he kept coming back. People were nice to him. He was a star. He was looking for answers; he came back with questions. Who are we? Are we what we look like? Are we what people expect us to be? Born in Australia to Chinese parents, William does not speak Chinese. People saw him and recognized him as one of them except when the time came to speak. He was some sort of mute or handicapped person who needed an interpreter to communicate. Unfortunately, in such situations there are always some serious misconceptions, he thought some young men he befriended were gay, they in return thought William was a millionaire. On his voyages, he visited the sacred mountains of China, all seven. And what it seemed like a spiritual pilgrimage was in fact a journey through China looking for an identity. He even visited Inner Mongolia, met with the workers and went into their houses. He acquainted the poor and the poorer, the intellectual and the students, the cultured and the illiterate, the young and the old. He befriended some nice people that assisted him on his travels through one province to another; through this vast country we call China. This is the beauty of William’s show, we pay our ticket, we sit down and he will explain with detail and humor his travels, like a friend will do in our living room. Beautiful pictures, the enchanting music of Nicholas Ng, wit and reflection are at rendezvous.