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“Egg Mc Manfen” (吉士蛋满分)
It’s truly amazing to be able to see the ordinary through a new lens, take Andy Warhol for example. He shared his love for the classic “Hamburger” (1985) through his art. If you’re not convinced yet may I suggest watching “Andy Warhol Eating a Hamburger” (1982) slathered in Heinz tomato ketchup? Picture it, the most iconic pop artist doing something so… mundane, it suddenly becomes an otherworldly experience! Maybe the problem is we’ve been focusing on catching up with life, we forget to look up at the stars every once in a while. Think about it when was the last time you did something for the very first time? In many cases this is simply accomplished by changing your perspective, like looking at the clouds through a kaleidoscope and realizing you hold all the universes in the palm of your hand. In Chinese culture there’s an expression, bao chi tong xin (保持童心) which means to be young at heart and it’s in this way we can explore life through a new lens. So, find a mysteriously poetic character in one of Andrei Tarkovsky movies you adore, or take a dive in Roy Lichtenstein’s fascinating comic book world and have a romantic stroll with a girl with a hair ribbon. The world is your oyster so start to enjoy all the juicy flavors it has to offer!
88.7*88.7cm
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“Tales From The Teapot” (一壶千金)
Time is all around us, we are affected by it in every aspect of our lives, but how should we view our relationship with it? Scientists imagine the internal clock as a counting pacemaker, the more pulses you count the longer a given duration seems. Our sense of time in the present versus our recollection of it, results in contradictory impressions of the concept of time. In the present it is experienced through emotions and sensations, while looking back it’s a different perspective. When we are enjoying the moment, it always ends before we realize it. However when reminiscing, time seems stretched out again because our minds play back these stories like Tarkovsky’s “Andrei Rublev” (1966). Sometimes we don’t need to follow the accelerating tempo of this world, take your time to observe every splatter of Jackson Pollock’s “Mural” (1943) and feel its intensity. Maria Abramovic used to teach her students to spend ten minutes to drink a cup of water and use all their senses to feel every sip. From time to time, indulge yourself to perceive the world around you. Count the drips from the teapot. Feel the rhythm and vibrations. After all, life is merely droplets of time. How will you fill your cup?
46*65cm
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“Nails Before Males”
The artist’s hand is unlike any other. It moves with ease while also holding purpose and intent. The hand that holds the brush prepares for an elegant dance of vivid strokes. Delicate fingers reaching for the right tool, bending, snapping, stretching, fiddling. The impatient hand is fierce and relentless. An instrument of creation, operating with acute precision. Behold the hands, how they promise and entice. Conjuring an enchanting spell… Are you falling in love?
In his book “De Anima” (c. 350 BC), Aristotle explains, “It follows that the soul is analogous to the hand; for as the hand is a tool of tools, so the mind is the form of forms and sense the form of sensible things.” Hands are tools themselves by which we are able to utilize tools, in a similar way that the mind is a form by which we apprehend other forms. The artist’s hand brings forth life and love and lust. It conveys emotions and force and commands. Which makes the eyes envious of the artist’s hands.
RGB laser projection. Size variable
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“Mischief Opera” (闹剧)
It is a universal of human experience. From the womb we make silly contorted faces, force smiles, nod maniacally, roll our eyes dramatically, and stretch our pliant skin over the armature of our bones to express our complex, deeply held emotions. I am a rubber-faced clown. I have never been verbal owing to a shock in my childhood. Every emotion I have ever wanted to communicate I have interpreted through flexing my rubber face. Before I had mastered the techniques of my tragicomic art, I was sent by my family to study under that old master of non-verbal communication Marceau - except I never don white paint or tights or opera make-up to share my feelings. Instead of writing these lines I could describe my thoughts in a repertoire of mime. There is no greater pleasure than the memory of making faces with my friend Xia, whose family were likewise flummoxed by her refusal to speak. Exiled to the back seat as our parents sped across mountain ranges from snaking autobahn to autobahn to see the next specialist who might cure our ailment we terrorized innocent truck drivers for days on end. Some laughed, some cried. Some, the burliest of them, threw bouquets of kisses at our silent opera.
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66.7*47.6cm
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