Song Dong was from the far east, he brought a fresh and a free approach to art making that was revealing. Song Dong left for us the mercurial breath of an artist, in the inner body of a vacuum flask, on the last day. During the workshop he sat silently for an hour or two each day, face almost touching the wall, on a large wooden platform (takhat) in the busy courtyard area, in a ten day action-work that remembered the Indian Buddhist monk who went to China and not knowing the language remained silent for ten years. In another work he cut up the pages of a Hindi textbook on history ‘Bharat Ka Itihaas’ until it was a shredded hairy conceptual Art-Object placed on a table for contemplation, with two facing chairs.