// BLURB //
It seems that we may stop here…Oh god. Why now? Why today, of all days? I can smell them from over here. Their slow movements, grunts, and waddles as they make their way to the bus. MY bus. I’ve been a driver for a few years now-- almost 18-- and it doesn’t get easier, especially since my liver started giving me trouble. Even as I myself get older, the banality of geriatric passengers only becomes more pronounced. I think that even if my own grandmother, God rest her soul, came out of the ground and tried to board, I would feel the exact same way. Disgusted, that is. Disgusted by their perfect white dentures, and their cheerful demeanors. By their small hats and broaches. I think worst of all is the way they hold their cellular phones-- with two hands, and always peering over or through their glasses as though they are atop a hill trying to read a sign at the bottom. And the way they look at me-- as though I am June Leaf’s dancer. Finally, they’re getting on. Bah! It’s days like these that I look forward to my retirement.
It seems that we may stop here…Oh god. Why now? Why today, of all days? I can smell them from over here. Their slow movements, grunts, and waddles as they make their way to the bus. MY bus. I’ve been a driver for a few years now-- almost 18-- and it doesn’t get easier, especially since my liver started giving me trouble. Even as I myself get older, the banality of geriatric passengers only becomes more pronounced. I think that even if my own grandmother, God rest her soul, came out of the ground and tried to board, I would feel the exact same way. Disgusted, that is. Disgusted by their perfect white dentures, and their cheerful demeanors. By their small hats and broaches. I think worst of all is the way they hold their cellular phones-- with two hands, and always peering over or through their glasses as though they are atop a hill trying to read a sign at the bottom. And the way they look at me-- as though I am June Leaf’s dancer. Finally, they’re getting on. Bah! It’s days like these that I look forward to my retirement.
// STATUS //
Available. Please CONTACT US for inquiries.
// EDITION, MEDIA, SIZE & WEIGHT //
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2018
Gongbi painting (工笔) on rice paper, teakwood frame
64(W)×46.5(H)×2.5(D) cm // 3.4 kg (framed)
// EXPOSURE //
“Disaster Diaries” at island6 Shanghai Main Space
// CREDITS //
Wang Tie Zhong 王铁中 (Gongbi) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Irmantas Bortnikas (documentation) • Carlin Reinig (blurb)
Wang Tie Zhong 王铁中 (Gongbi) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction) • Irmantas Bortnikas (documentation) • Carlin Reinig (blurb)