“His eyes were as black as coal;
the fine smoke made his silence visible.
A tire factory across the bay was aflame,
plumes of black smoke billowing.
Rolling black clouds worried the day.”
Extracted from At the North Point Car Ferry (1974), by Yesi
(Translated as in City at the End of Time：Poems by Leung Ping-kwan (2012), by Esther M. K. Cheung)
Art culture has never been as distanced as one would imagine. The poetry of Yesi captured the transformation of North Point Pier, to becoming a popular spot not only for networking and leisure among kaifongs, but also with abundant artistic installations, projects and events incorporating into their everyday lives.
Along witnessing the evolution of Hong Kong, places in North Point from the corner stores to the State Theatre has as well been keeping track of different social phenomena throughout the decades, uncovering in various perspectives of how the grassroots struggled desperately under the thriving development of Hong Kong.