JF Art Gallery Beijing Hosts Wang Fei‘s Solo Exhibition |
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| Thursday, 30 November 2006 13:32 |
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Wang Fei’s performance is neither a battle of a philosopher nor showing vacancy of a savior, and still less the affection of a hypocrite. He is frankness, creative with the power of transcendence, objective and authentic. Appreciators of his works can realize the meaning under the surface through reading the characters.
In Chinese art history there are rarely people like Wang Fei, who’s performance is so unique. This uniqueness brings strong glamour. The glamour itself lies in the anticipated and unexpected enjoyment brought by his creation power. Chinese ink brush technique goes back 500 years B.C. and it’s used especially for Chinese calligraphy. Wang Fei’s work prove that an ancient technique can express modern time and philosophy it’s own way. Wang Fei will rock the world with his style. Visit J F Gallery at : www.jf-gallery.com/homepage/framesete.htm Click on logo below to add this article to your favorite Social Website ~ |


Beijing, China - "What’s Life For“ the exhibition of Wang Fei’s ink brush paintings will be held at JF Art Gallery in Beijing, China. Wang Fei has studied traditional Chinese culture for a long time and as well modern paper art. His works are the crystallization of traditional Chinese material and contemporary emotions. It is very difficult to categorize Wang Fei’s art work with present aesthetics theories. He is dealing with a particular art manifestation, which characterize his works as being both rational and released, both concrete and imaginative and both having the structuralism authenticity and the fuzziness of water ink. On exhibit until 10 December, 2006.
When doing his recent work “What’s life for” he thought about life and death. His paintings go beyond humane solicitude. He introspects himself, negates himself and at last believes in himself. Wang Fei tries to prove by his art, that what time creates is just the possibility of changes and great converting, but not death. Life is infinite and death is limited. All becomes a holly searching of expectations.
