- published: 24 Oct 2013
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Chinese art is visual art that, whether ancient or modern, originated in or is practiced in China or by Chinese artists or performers. Early so-called "stone age art" dates back to 10,000 BC, mostly consisting of simple pottery and sculptures. This early period was followed by a series of art dynasties, most of which lasted several hundred years. The Chinese art in the Republic of China (Taiwan) and that of overseas Chinese can also be considered part of Chinese art where it is based in or draws on Chinese heritage and Chinese culture.
Early forms of art in China are found in the Neolithic Yangshao culture (Chinese: 仰韶文化; pinyin: Yǎngsháo Wénhuà), which dates back to the 6th millennium BCE. Archeological findings such as those at the Banpo have revealed that the Yangshao made pottery; early ceramics were unpainted and most often cord-marked. The first decorations were fish and human faces, but these eventually evolved into symmetrical-geometric abstract designs, some painted.
The most distinctive feature of Yangshao culture was the extensive use of painted pottery, especially human facial, animal, and geometric designs. Unlike the later Longshan culture, the Yangshao culture did not use pottery wheels in pottery making. Excavations have found that children were buried in painted pottery jars.
It was back in '69, like a night mare cryin'
In a hotel bed on the coast
Happy Shanghai girls,
Like a pretty string of pearls
And a snow storm up in my nose.
I was on my way to heaven, with a funky red 11
And a switchblade job on the side
Hear the music playin' and my heartbeat prayin'
To the airways out in the night.
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio
Ouuh, radio! I love my radio! My chinese radio,
Ouuh
Oh, I could write a million stories
Tales of love and hate and pain
And my fears would truly frighten
Any ordinary man.
Is there someone out there laughing?!
Walking in the pouring rain,
Lord, I'm sure I know the answers
But it's too hard
To explain.
Now my head is burning, an' I feel it turning
In an igloo up on the moon
Saying: Lord, have mercy on a guy from Jersey
And it falls back into my room.
Just a stranded tourist,
An' I wouldn't touch the purest
If I ever get out here alive
While the FM-switches and the green-light digits
Keep in touch with the world outside.
Bridge: Just a river on the run, now
I'm flyin' and I won't touch down
Got nowhere left to run,