I would like to discuss about painting in privacy and without interference. An in-depth conversation would give me great satisfaction, where as generalizing wouldn’t be as interesting to me. I prefer talk about absurd gossip or checking out Shaw Brother’s bizarre adult comedies in the 70s, like Legends of Lust by Han Hsiang Li, Girl with the Long Hair by Fan Ho and also checking out Jimmy Wang battling Zatoich. Those cult but neat and tidy scenes make me full and delighted.
For painting, I always feel lacking in strength. These external propositions are eating away at my imagination of the boundaries of painting and rhetoric, which is difficult to describe in words. Most of the time, painting is more than what it is itself.
The reality is that people only seem to be concerned with painting that is practiced on an easel. But eventually, like most things that have structure, it may require a wide range of twists and turns, breaking through its shell and gathering the messy clues to touch its core. The practice of this process is always personal, with individual growth, accompanied by a secret but pure respectful nature.
A complete exhibition should spread from the works of the artists themselves to the subconscious of the viewer.