"Rising Sun" (朝阳)
// BLURB //
Henry Bugbee writes that wilderness “carries with it the gift of life.” Wilderness, so dependent on the sun. The sun, as self-sustaining as any one thing could be. The sun rises in the east. It sets in the west. Frida Kahlo was fascinated by fertility, by sun-borne vegetation and born sons and daughters of warmth and safety. Not that she ever identified with any of that. Great art is autobiographical. It comes from a place of deep understanding of oneself and one’s place in the world regardless of veracity, because remember: understanding does not have correlate to the world as-such. The somehow romantic trope of the tragically misunderstood artist is fed by a desire to understand understanding. But you don’t go into the wilderness looking for trees, and you especially don’t go in looking for skyscrapers. Or maybe you do. If Bugbee’s wilderness carries with it the gift of life, what does Sinclair’s jungle carry? And where does the sun fit in to all of this anyway? I don’t know. Jia Dao didn’t know either. There were too many clouds. There were too many trees.
Henry Bugbee writes that wilderness “carries with it the gift of life.” Wilderness, so dependent on the sun. The sun, as self-sustaining as any one thing could be. The sun rises in the east. It sets in the west. Frida Kahlo was fascinated by fertility, by sun-borne vegetation and born sons and daughters of warmth and safety. Not that she ever identified with any of that. Great art is autobiographical. It comes from a place of deep understanding of oneself and one’s place in the world regardless of veracity, because remember: understanding does not have correlate to the world as-such. The somehow romantic trope of the tragically misunderstood artist is fed by a desire to understand understanding. But you don’t go into the wilderness looking for trees, and you especially don’t go in looking for skyscrapers. Or maybe you do. If Bugbee’s wilderness carries with it the gift of life, what does Sinclair’s jungle carry? And where does the sun fit in to all of this anyway? I don’t know. Jia Dao didn’t know either. There were too many clouds. There were too many trees.
EDITION, MEDIA, SIZE & WEIGHT
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2019
Chinese ink and acrylic painting on canvas, teakwood frame
205.6(W)×146(H)×6.5(D) cm // 18 kg (framed)
CRATE SIZE & WEIGHT
214(W)×164(H)×17(D) cm // 72 kg
EXPOSURE
• “Perimeters, Edges, and Walls” at island6 Shanghai Main Space
CREDITS
Owen 欧文 (painting) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Carlin Reinig (blurb)
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2019
Chinese ink and acrylic painting on canvas, teakwood frame
205.6(W)×146(H)×6.5(D) cm // 18 kg (framed)
CRATE SIZE & WEIGHT
214(W)×164(H)×17(D) cm // 72 kg
EXPOSURE
• “Perimeters, Edges, and Walls” at island6 Shanghai Main Space
CREDITS
Owen 欧文 (painting) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Carlin Reinig (blurb)
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