In this exhibition, the artists explore their own perspective of life. Through their expressions, they continue into their journeys.

Hua Peng has created a dreamscape of blurred vision and ridicule. It acts as a search-word. From it, we can see a story unfold. In a year-long relationship with a charcoal pencil, Hua Peng constructed an intermixed dream-realm of animation and photographic realism. In a period of post-industrialism, the sharp eye of a man and his camera records the apparent with the carefree press of a button; bizarre time-machines leading the revolution and people, along with everything great and small. Much of the past is discarded like bad pictures being taken. It is hard to tell the genuine from the substitute. Is it the photographs, the obscure words, or the unreliable memory? Relentlessly, time carries on in its own course, leaving human in a never-ending incubus.

Wu Junyong’s point of interest is “an alloy of the body and politics”, using individual subject matters to express a mystical realism. Searching for connections through classical paintings, everyday life and body limbs. Weaving social portraiture between the realistic and imaginative, adapting an allegorically-symbolic narration; expressing mystic realism through individual imagery. Through informal, folk facetious terminologies, Wu exhibits his world of imagination. Such as Chui-Niu (blowing the cow) is a term used to make fun of those of a boastful nature. In one of his images, there is indeed a person who sends a cow aloft into the sky with his aspiration; the aloft cow is looking into the sky with a happy smile on its face.

Ye Nan’s artworks emit a scholarly radiance, a far-away attentiveness like rays of light through a door left ajar, undetectable of its distance. The viewers need to forsake the obstinacy of aesthetics and venture into the symbiosis of these living things and scenery. They wonder between the realms of biological and social studies. They seem to ask us the question: is this a matter of biology of sociology? Without explanation, only a suspended beauty seems to give off a scent, an inexpressible sensation. In this game of attachment and detachment, he finally distances away from symbolisms and expressions, moving towards emotions. I am guessing; these are fantasies of substance.