// BLURB //
Take a long, deep breath of that Shanghai air. Now hold it…2…3…4… and release through the mouth. Good. Now that you’re calm, we can talk about the problem. You told me these butterflies could track people, but all they do is fly around this vase all day. I did some research—you were right that butterflies have a better sense of smell than humans, but failed to mention that they mostly use it to find sugars and sweets. Unless I’m searching for a diabetic florist in the alleyways of Tianzifang, they are useless to me. Now, I spent good money on these butterflies under the impression that they would be able to track assets from several kilometers away… what do you mean, “art?” “Aesthetic wonder?” “Resonation between the sublime and the terrestrial?!” No, I don’t know anyone named Damien Hirst. I don’t know what you’re on about, but I need my next shipment of butterflies to be trained properly—I don’t have time for any more mistakes like this. Understood?
//STATUS//
SOLD. Private collection, Montevideo (Uruguay).
//EDITION, MEDIA, SIZE & WEIGHT//
Unique Edition, Shanghai 2019
RGB LED display, acrylic painting on Plexiglass, paper collage, teakwood frame
52(W)×52(H)×5.5(D) cm // 8.95 kg

//EXPOSURE//
Fathers Of My Father at island6 Shanghai Main Space​​​​​​​

//CREDITS//
Owen 欧文 (painting) • Yeung Sin Ching 杨倩菁 (production supervisor) • Thomas Charvériat (art direction & animation) • András Gál (documentation) • Carlin Reinig (blurb)

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