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Wong Yankwai (Yank) 黃仁逵 There is sight that hears, and hearing that sees, in such scenery. Look, a pair of hands holding an orange. Little by little, the fingers are peeling the orange. Gently. Little by little, the orange is being peeled, separating the orange from the white. This white along the skin pairs up with the outer orange colour – if an orange is a band, its fragrance is the music, its taste the song. And if we take out the flesh, there is pulp, juice, suddenly jumping out into the air like a fountain, like fireworks, but without fire. In this way, the flesh of the orange is being peeled. The peeled orange is a circle with horns. Even though the separated flesh is not round anymore, its essence is undoubtedly fulfilled. Originally being wrapped inside the fruit, it is self- contained. How round is the orange before the peeling; the orange and its skin the same body, round and co-existing. As an orange, it is necessary to be peeled, skin separating from flesh: to be eaten is a ceremony of going back to nature. The peeled skin is formed with soft white fibre inside and a little orange dew on the skin outside. If we cut the skin with a knife, we can see the layers of the skin filled with this dew, and the semi-transparent orange beads stick to one another. If we hold the peel with the little orange dew up to the sun, light shines through, surprising us that an orange has this outer skin of pearls. And then the inside is filled with juicy flesh, calling you to eat and eat, and eat and eat. Indeed, this is our duty. So in this way, I am eating scenery, one after another, such is the intricate structure of an orange, such is Wong Yankwai’s second round of the panorama. Listen, this is his ceremony of prayers. With eyes, with ears, with the energy of the whole body, he opens up the chaos and mixes in light, going through the mountains to collect the sound of wind. Flowing in subtlety, circling in movement, the left hand has handed to the right hand, and the right one thus blesses the left. Submerged in solitude, in search of purity, he reveals whatever has been experienced. His entire process of creating, his thoughts and traces, established or not, is being revealed, without adornment. With belief, with faith, he reveals to you. This is his prayer, his sight that hears, and hearing that sees. His paintings are such scenery. EXHIBITION HISTORY • Full CV in PDF |
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