Dong Kingman
The United States Information Service (USIS) was in Beach Street Penang in the fifties. It was a place for many youngsters like me who liked to look at interesting printed stuff. It ran weekly films. Among one of these was a documentary on Dong Kingman, the watercolourist. I just loved the look of his simple drawings and colours. I was about twelve years old. Later on Dong Kingman came in person to draw in situ. Among the crowds, I caught a glimpse of him in Magazine Road doing quick sketches. I was too young to grasp the significance of this occasion. Now I have the opportunity to examine closely the works of the man. What a lively man! Such an eye for the character of place and a situation. Such masterly placement of his shapes. Such playful application of his colours. He can tease out the glow and caress into being the many nuences of the surface of skin and bark and stones. His clouds whisper. The leaves he brushes rustle. His water dances and excites. All these expressed w