This work is like a quiet dream, wandering on the edge of weightlessness and levitation. The dark gray background is like an endless void, in which black shadows dance around, seemingly illusory, swallowing up all certainty. The two white geometries - one side and one circle - are floating in the picture, like isolated islands outside reality, stationary but seemingly ready to be torn apart or pulled by some invisible force.
The thin white lines are both the connection and the boundary of division, giving the picture a subtle tension. This interweaving of order and disorder makes the work full of philosophical thoughts about "existence": it is light but heavy, simple but hidden complexity.
A sense of distortion pervades the work, where the logic of reality is deconstructed and replaced by a pure flow of emotion and consciousness. It seems to whisper about the transience of dreams, about the unresolved nature of existence, and about the eternal fluctuations lurking in the stillness.
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Susie Luo
美国
,
1998
Still,2023
帆布油画
107.0 × 143.0
cm
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媒介:
绘画
画面状态:
完美
This work is like a quiet dream, wandering on the edge of weightlessness and levitation. The dark gray background is like an endless void, in which black shadows dance around, seemingly illusory, swallowing up all certainty. The two white geometries - one side and one circle - are floating in the picture, like isolated islands outside reality, stationary but seemingly ready to be torn apart or pulled by some invisible force.
The thin white lines are both the connection and the boundary of division, giving the picture a subtle tension. This interweaving of order and disorder makes the work full of philosophical thoughts about "existence": it is light but heavy, simple but hidden complexity.
A sense of distortion pervades the work, where the logic of reality is deconstructed and replaced by a pure flow of emotion and consciousness. It seems to whisper about the transience of dreams, about the unresolved nature of existence, and about the eternal fluctuations lurking in the stillness.