“ Rain’s Book, ‘The Young Teacher’, is all about the power of Powerlessness. The Strength of the main character is the unpretentious openness, the way she can touch reality without shielding herself with the armor of power, or authority.

It is a book about touch, about daring to be close, to let the contemporary world reveal itself without hiding behind a wall of cynicism. Like in a dream, the young teacher in the book is going through life, acting, observing, and experiencing, but it all has a dreamy quality, she sees things, speaks, and reflects, the book moves from one situation to another, but not like in an ongoing story with a beginning and an end, more like in a dream, things connected through associations.

The young teacher is moving through the days, open to the constant disappointments of young Students and old Institutions, refusing to give up, without pretending to be in control. The events of everyday life, the search for human contact, reveal themselves with the tragedy of flowers, they blossom for a moment, open up, but then move toward the unavoidable withering. The teacher, the woman, still remembering her own time as a student, moves through time, seeing, speaking, and rearranging the little disharmony that comes her way. She participates and witnesses, she is working and living inside the university, being apart, being different and looking at things from outside, being isolated at the same time. The story speaks about the contradictions in her life, always something and its opposite, she is both. She plays a part but is set apart, she knows and understands nothing, and she is full of wonder, and latent despair.

It is a book that is much more than a story of a young teacher looking for beauty where there is little to find, it is a book about being a woman in a time when everything is possible but so little can be done. It is a quiet drama, like a light wind touching the surface of the west lake, if you are not attentive, it is just a wind, if you look closely enough it is the most wonderful drawing drawn on water, appearing, then disappearing, touching you deeper than what you dare to admit. “

Zvi Szir

2024.1

2013

Unfinished.

Inspired by a book A Complaint Free World by Will Bowen.

The darkness we spit out is like spitting out black ink. What would happen when we force ourselves to stop complaining?

Watercolor

2010

Published in fashion magazine Lian Wu Zhi comic session Precious Flowers

2005

Watercolor, needle and thread

2006

CG