Michael Yang’s 70 years of age belies an unfettered youthful exuberance. It’s clear that this is an innate aspect of his character, but one senses that the wisdom he has gained through the years also plays a role, fueling his recent surge of creative output. The last time we spoke he asked me whether I would rather experience fame early or put it off for fifty years. It was not a hypothetical question for Jang. At the time, photographs that had sat for decades in boxes were suddenly adorning the walls of galleries and museums. But, like the man himself, they didn’t remain idle for long.