a road to somewhere
somewhere waiting to be known
Somewhere towards the end

a road to somewhere
somewhere waiting to be known
I was not looking for peace
just try to calm the chaos in my mind
to have a nice sleep
from 1st Jan 2019 to 10th Jan 2019
In the book Breakfast at Sotheby’s: An A-Z of the Art World, Philip Hook mentioned that he is interested in those artists who do writings, from their diaries, you could get a glimpse of their honesty, which would touch your heart. What’s more, artists would love to recognize and tolerant their deficiency and absurdity. Artists’ diaries have shown painful souls inside those creators.
It started with several colorful mask tapes. I didn’t know what exactly I could do with them, I just wanted to try different materials to make dolls.
When I finished the wall painting, I felt that I need to write some words on it. Maybe the first form of Chinese writing — Oracle bone script 甲骨文 — which I learned from my university before.
By looking at Jackson Pollock and his drip painting technique, I transformed a white fabric into an expressive costume.
When I painted 2 walls, my friend Shuyuan came and took some photos of her standing inside the space, she said: “Your previous painting made it like kindergarten, but now it’s more like graffiti, it’s a very nice place for photography.”
Growing up with dolls and toys, my childhood memories were about changing dresses for Barbies with my cousins, or making toys and dolls with my father, or waiting for my Mom bringing me new dolls from her trips, and most of the gifts I received from family and friends were dolls and fluffy toys. Which made me have a special feeling towards dolls — they are your siblings and your best friends.