Exhibition time: 2018.1.13-2018.3.25
Opening time: 2018.1.13 15:30
Exhibition address: Renke Art Gallery (No. 1, North Zhongshan Road, Hangzhou City)
Renke Art Center is pleased to announce the theme of the" shading willows and blooming flowers Han Dong paintings exhibition, featured 25 paintings in 2017. Among them, the carefully painted peach, willow, bamboo, chrysanthemum and lotus light paper...... The subject matter is miscellaneous. They are some trivial facts, these branches of simple growth, not some interesting ideas, they looked weak, humble, subtle, it is full of holy splendor, Han Dong in every branch of life have seen the deepest mystery, that is a kind of visualisation of joy.
HAN DONG
1958, born in Dafeng, Jiangsu;
1986, graduated from Crafts Department from Nanjing Academy of Fine Art
Currently lives and works in Yangzhou, Jiangsu.
Solo Exhibitions
2016 Before Interpretation, Renke Art Gallery, Hangzhou
2016 Ordinary Objects, HIVE Center for Contemporary Art
2015 Memorandum, Renke Art Gallery, Hangzhou
2014, Color of Emptiness and Shadow of Ink, Renke Art Gallery, Hangzhou;
2013, Tune like a Dream – Chapter Two, Gengsi Art Museum, Nanjing;
Group Exhibitions
2017. intermedia.China new ink exhibition, Sanlui Potosibi peace Theatre; Aguascalientes former Christian School Gallery, Mexico
2017, Open Sky, Renke Art Gallery, Hangzhou
2016, The Third Exhibition of Contemporary Ink Works Disguised Form-Ink Paintings’ Dimension, Guangdong Art Museum, Guangdong
2015, I Thought I exist, Gengsi Art Museum, Nanjing
2015, Pass the Year, Renke Art Gallery, Hangzhou
2014, POGADA Art Exhibition,OFOTO gallery,Shanghai
2013, Great Ink in Estern, Art Museum of Yangzhou, Jiangsu
SHADING WILLOWS AND BLOOMING FLOWERS
The themes of Han Dong's paintings interweaves repeatedly, they are always embedded in the works of Han Dong, the objects, shadows, projections, traces, remnants, the reappearances after erasing, the objective images of the objects, the silhouettes of the shadows. In this late fall season, they are continuing to retreat to the severe winter, into a distant perspective. All the faded, the nameless chaos, vague light, fuzzy boundaries and variability, together they were cast into thousands of trickles, disappeared in the depths of the paintings.
Han Dong said that he hadn't gone to Shanghai for a year. I replied, on the contrary, I've forgotten how many times I've been to Yangzhou in this year, if it wasn’t for Han Dong, how would I come to Yangzhou? The mild fatigue of the journey, the panoramic view of on both sides of the railway line is a indifferent delight for me. The frigid current is approaching, Han Dong named his next exhibition “SHADING WILLOWS AND BLOOMING FLOWERS”，still with a little help of photography, a subtle subtraction method of light ink, exchanging space for time, he was deep in the bustling Yangzhou hinterland, soundless and stirless, no one knows exactly what he was painting, his works were humble and quiet, swallowed the substance, leaving only a thin layer of virtual image, what we see on our hurried journey has become a faint barrier of distance and stillness for Han Dong.
Han Dong’s painting have to be looked closer, closer, and closer, his painting is a fusion of air and water, using only a small amount of ink, with an almost invisible way to depict “them” meticulously, those images, the dark shades, pale lights, ripples, particles, panoramic perspective, ditches on the bright moon... quiet, all too quiet, the sound of the wind and leaves, passes without trace, falls into the water, all things normalizing into one, everything is emptiness... You start to retreat, step back again, a interfering sound appears, then the noise, even the train whistle coming from afar, the silence of John Cage, peels, pauses, waits, you will see your empty self, your thoughtless and floating self, barren, vague, in the middle of nowhere.
Han Dong said that he can retire next year, in that instant, his face broke into a child-like smile... I recalled a man’s singing: I have been waiting, day and night, I have not seen the passage of time, there are many invitations, I want to go back to my home, going to draw my pictures, an earthly world and a flash of enlightenment...
A big gray cat that Han Dong had been raising for four years ran away, it was replaced by the other two big tabby cats, the epitaph on Duchamp’s tombstone reads: “Besides, it’s always the others who die", then, grey cat or tabby cat, in terms of Han Dong they are the same, at this very moment, it squatted in a chair listening to our speech, is it not so? the pomegranates were ripe, rotten in the earth, eat by people or by birds, what’s the difference between them, after all, the inertial life, summer goes and winter comes, at the end of Wugu Lane, Han Dong do his subtraction gradually, the sun rises, he began to work, no one saw what he painted when hidden in the wing-room, a view of his back appears on the southern window, as far as he could see, a gray world implicitly or explicitly emerges, the twilight was melted into the sunset.
