Born in Daqing, Heilongjiang province in 1966, Wang Qingsong graduated from the
Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts in 1993. In his early career, he initially produced oil
paintings in the Yuanmingyuan studios, and gradually expanded his artistic field towards
sculpture, installation, photography, video and etc. His photographs take on a personal
observation of urban culture and the absurd phenomenon of society. Through various
symbols and utilizing his own image being cleverly appropriated on a seemingly absurd
persona, the artist is, in fact, attempting to question the uncertain outlooks of the
world – a reflection of his humorous yet critical attitude on the rapid transformation in
Chinese society.
Well-known for the photographic pursuits, Wang Qingsong's early works, an
aesthetic approach in the form of gaudy art, there were a combination of both rural and
urban subjects’ hobbies and interests, exemplified in works such as "Can I cooperate
with you? ", " Banquet of Laoli " and "big bath", all produced in 2000. The imageries,
exuberant with shades of red and green, were piled with trademark logos and the
characters, seemingly, assumed a larger-than-life exaggeration, yet at the same time,
the mockery portrayed an earnestness that was rather synonymous to the desires of
consumerism in Chinese cities, whether in major or even in small cities.
These underlying themes, from the artist's extensive experiences and personal
reflections, emphasize the rise of new multi-material wealth dreams driven by the
growing Chinese public. In these works, he has had successfully evoked black humour on
this expansion of cultural rupture, further accentuating on the lack of idealism in
consumer society. In his photographic works, created in the past fifteen years, Wang
Qingsong has considered wisely on the senses in the popular images narrative and has
awakened public awareness for his generation, which are those born after 1960s. There is
the interpretation to the fracture fragments of traditional culture, and thoughts of
nostalgia to peasants and soldiers, cultural symbols of the Mao era, as well as the
irony toward consumption, socio-political and humanity.
Wang Qingsong works much like a film director. With regards to his observation
of various societies, he choreographed a variety of dramatic situations with a huge cast
– usually the public as models and actors/actresses - to be involved in the creation of
his works. With some theatrics that border on exaggeration, the result tend to appear to
be deliberately clumsy, instead, evoke a sardonic sense of humour.
In this exhibition, he has visualized an extensive setting, almost akin to an
irrational yet carnivalesque backdrop. Almost a nostalgic fantasy of time and
impression, selected everyday objects are hanged floatingly, together with a great deal
of air balloons; and a mixture of Chinese and Western festive wares to create a blurred
collective atmosphere of jubilance. However, in the small space at the back of the
gallery, there is a threatening-looking web, made of wire steel, spread across the
space. A ‘home’ fittingly for a greedy spider, the spiked web is laid with random worn
and tattered products, capturing the daily consumption of remaining wastes.
With these two contrasting ambiences, the artist invokes a complex emotion,
especially on the significance of ideal and reality, on hope and disappointment and of
the impermanence with the sense of loss. It is the illusion of materialism and well-
being of nothingness bursting in front of the wire similar to shiny soap bubbles.
On the second floor, two photographs, "home" and "goddess", also portray strong
feelings of disillusionment, both for the individual pursuit of basic materials (such as
a stable home) or about the country's political and religious ideals of conception. They
were teasers of black yet cruel humours – shaped in piles of discarded like mountain
ruins.
From a Happy New Year's party setting, then ended with a conflicting dramedy,
Wang Qingsong invites us to ponder and reflect on the essence of our simple happiness.
Like Moliere's absurd comedy, what could obstruct us from talking about reality and
truth?