Zhou Chi

Before going to Burundi, I had heard that there was nothing there—no electricity, no internet, no shopping malls. It is a closed-off place. Yet what I felt of “presence” far outweighed its absence. In this little-visited place, I collected many masks and sculptures, repairing and transforming them so they could regain their rightful brilliance. Crossing continents from Asia to Africa, they seemed to discover the charm they were meant to have. This time, I was no longer the creator; I was merely a transporter for nature.