Showing posts with label Chinese painters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinese painters. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2025

Walasse Ting, Who Bridged Cultures With Paint and Prose


A black-and-white photo of him leaning casually against a sidewalk railing along a city street with stone buildings behind him. He is stylishly dressed in a jacket and slacks and print shirt.
The painter and poet Walasse Ting in Hong Kong in 1953.Credit...The Estate of Walasse Ting

Overlooked No More: Walasse Ting, Who Bridged Cultures With Paint and Prose

His style as a poet and artist was informed by his upbringing in Shanghai and his years in Paris. He then joined the Pop-fueled studios of New York.


By Will Heinrich

This article is part of Overlooked, a series of obituaries about remarkable people whose deaths, beginning in 1851, went unreported in The Times.

Flickering among the major figures of postwar art — the Minimalist sculptor Dan Flavin, the avant-garde artist Pierre Alechinsky, the abstract painter Sam Francis and others — is the radiant shadow of Walasse Ting.

Walasse Ting / Cats

 


WALASSE TING

CATS

The History of Walasse Ting




丁雄泉 TINGS MUSE; THE HISTORY OF WALASSE TING

Bert Kuipers, Owner Bert Kuiper Kunsthandel Gallerease
BERT KUIPERS
OWNER BERT KUIPER KUNSTHANDEL


In the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s of the last century, Walasse Ting's work was immensely popular in America and Europe.

Friday, April 5, 2024

Li Wentao’s Cryptic Paintings Of Contemplative Women

 


Li Wentao’s Cryptic Paintings Of Contemplative Women

Chinese artist Li Wentao’s work is theatrical. It’s not just way the artist stages the lone character, a young, fragile woman, always barefoot, always in some state of undress. Clearly something’s on her mind. It’s the way we identify with her, just as we identify with, become invested in, a play’s protagonist.


It’s easy to conflate the artist and subject. The woman looks out a window, off to the side, at the viewer. We can’t describe, much less identify, her expression. Pensive, wary, frightened? Or does she share some quiet secret, some personal conspiracy? In any event, she doesn’t wear her face-the-world face. We don’t know her story but we want to. We want to keep looking at the work, hoping for some resolution of whatever situation she’s in.