Dimensions

29’’x19’’ 

Medium

Acrylic on Canvas, Cotton lines, Photography, Paper, Modeling Clay, Ribbon

Description

Whenever I stand under a dead tree and look up, the branches divide the sky into countless fragments that extend upward, connecting the sky like veins, as well as the past and the future. These crisscrossing lines remind me of my art days in New York - a beautiful but painful memory. Standing under the tree, I am similar, but time flows, my thinking, my perspective is already different. The division of the sky is static, and the world as I perceive it has shifted. This contradictory relationship between fragmentation and continuation has become the core inspiration of my work.

The painting underwent a long process of destruction and reconstruction. From nailing wooden frames and stretching canvases to cutting, stitching and carving knives, each step is as precise as physical surgery, but inevitably painful. Through the torn cracks of the canvas, photographs as memories emerge. They record not only images of the past, but also an internal mechanism of trauma and repair. The images, like veins, roots, and even pupils, stare at the viewer and expose them to these veins hidden beneath the cracks.

However, the stitches are not simply healing, but involve a rusted knife. True growth and healing does not mean covering up wounds, but shaping new selves and creating new networks of healing in the process of reopening and restitching old wounds. The presence of the suture is an attempt, an effort to piece together the broken parts, while the presence of the knife is a symbol of pain, memory and irreversible change.

In this work, the lines are not only physical stitches, but also connections between man and himself, man and time, and man and his surroundings. They intertwine into blood vessels and become a symbol of life; They intertwine into branches to form a natural skeleton; They cut through the skin and try to heal the cracks in the most vulnerable way possible. This work responds to the notion that the branches are the veins of the sky, and to my ongoing search for rupture and connection - physical, psychological, external, and internal.

"The wound is not a destination, but a bridge between the past and the future."