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La Ciudad Sagrada

La Ciudad Sagrada

Ywei Wang

2004

Acrylic on paper

"Admirando el Perú" Exhibition, Lima, Peru.

Tribute to Machu Picchu.

Huracán

Huracán

Ywei Wang

2003

Tiza pastel on paper

63.5 x 48.5 cm

"Admirando el Perú" Exhibition, Lima, Peru.

La muralla

La muralla
Ywei Wang
2004
Tiza pastel on paper
"Admirando el Perú" Exhibition, Lima, Peru.

La muralla is inspired from the Pre-Colombian adobe city called Chan Chan, located in La Libertad, Peru.

Otras líneas de Nazca

Otras líneas de Nazca

Ywei Wang

2004

Mixed media on paper

99 x 69 cm

"Admirando el Perú" Exhibition, Lima, Peru.

Da el mar la nota de su melancolía

Da el mar la nota de su melancolía

Ywei Wang

2004

Mixed media on paper

99 x 57 cm

"Admirando el Perú" Exhibition, Lima, Peru.

Mujeres Andinas

Mujeres Andinas
Ywei Wang
2004
Acrylic on paper
37 x 79 cm
From "Admirando el Perú" exhibited in Lima, Peru.

Fire

Fire

Jacque Nelson and Elena Wang

2009

Acrylic on wood

16" x 40"

Progress: Series III

Series III incorporates ink splash on top of the lines. These too are just the bare backbone and still need to be completed.

Many thanks to Thomas Panico who showed me his splash techniques at the Rittenhouse Square Fine Art Show this June. Check out his work at http://tompanico.webs.com/

Progress: Series II

They're not done yet - but they will be.

These lines are created in Chinese ink and will be the founding base of the calligraphy series themed "Lines 2009". Series II is more figurative than Series I.

Magic

Magic

Ywei Wang

2009

18" x 24"

Mixed media on paper

This piece is dedicated to Jonifin, founder of Frontline Philly.

Thank you for believing in me.

da el mar el viento de la melancolía

sientes. eso que te empuja hasta el borde de tus límites. que cuando la cuerda ya no da más. y te quedas sintiendo como si todo se te amontona, los amigos desvanecen, los espacios, que un día fue lo que fue. fuerte. un viento que sopla, sopla sopla y sopla y no tienes soporte. un día cuando los fanaticos obsesivos abusivos locos cuerdos todo en uno. bolsa de basura imaginaciones carros rotos y pelucas desbordadas. me acuerdo esos cuentos de hada. cuentos para chiquitos, niños que una vez jugaron en el mar. da el mar el viento de la melancolía. un día soñé de las sierras tan moradas, Ayacuchanos y las sampoñas que cantan melodías de mis recuerdos. miré al señor que bajó llorando porque caminaba con cuatro patas, arrastrandose en la calle. cómo se siente? qué más da. qué más dará.

Rite

Rite

Live painting by Matt Deifer and Elena Wang on

05.23.09 at Bodega, Eliot Lipp and Damn Right! show.

Venue: The Note. West Chester, PA.

Acrylic on canvas

18" x 24"

The Monkey

The Monkey

Studio collaboration by Matt Deifer, Bob Scheib, Elena Wang and Angela Washko on 05.21.09

at the Funtown studio.

Acrylic on paper

16" x 21"

The Monkey is infamous!! Someone tried to steal it at our live painting show with Bodega @ The Note. Seriously?! Its the weirdest feeling ever - its like they love it so much they gotta steal it - but for real...what are you thinking?!? luckily his friends caught him red handed and got us the Monkey back.

Live painting at the May Fair

Suspiciously Wide Turn

Live painting by Matt Deifer, Jacque Nelson and Elena Wang on 05.09.09 at May Fair.

Venue: Clark Park, Philadelphia

Acrylic on paper

31" x 41"

We had fun!!

Live painting - Frontline Philly's Spring Music Review

Exponential
Live painting by Matt Deifer, Jacque Nelson, and Elena Wang
on 05.02.09 at Frontline Philly's Spring Music Review
Venue: Studio 34, Philadelphia
Acrylic on paper
31"x 41"
Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions


Left to right: Jacque Nelson, Elena Wang and Matt Deifer.

Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions

This painting was created during the live music performances by Writtenhouse, Panic Years, Nobody Yet, and more. It is the live music and the energy of the people at the event that inspired the creation of Exponential. The power of live painting is to caputure this energy and channel it onto original art.

This piece was raffled off at the event to raise funds for the West Philly Art Expo that will take place on June 13th, 2009 at Studio 34.

Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions.

Live painting - Day of Hope

Daydream

Live painting by Matt Deifer and Elena Wang

on 05.02.09 at Day of Hope.

Venue: Malcolm X Park

Acrylic on paper

18" x 24"

Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions

Live Painting at the Funtown Studio

Emergence

Live painting by Matt Deifer and Ywei Wang

on 4.25.09 at the Funtown Studio.

Acrylic on canvas

22" x 28"

Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions

Live painting - Earth Day Fest

Photosynthesis
2009
Live painting by Ywei Wang, Matt Deifer and Jacque Nelson.
Acrylic on paper
31" x 41"
Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions.


Ywei Wang, Matt Deifer and Jacque Nelson.
Photo courtesy of Adrian Zhou.



Live painting at Earth Day Fest with Matt Deifer, Jacque Nelson, and Stefan Keitzman. Matt, Jacque and I made a three way collaboration called "Photosynthesis." Live Art. and blessed with great sunshine!

Live Painting Collaboration

Photo courtesy of Funtown Productions.

Cahoots

18" x 24"

Acrylic on canvas.

Live painting by Matt Deifer, Jacque Nelson, Elena Wang.

on 04.13.09.

Venue: Funtown Studio

First live painting collaboration with Matt Deifer and Jacque Nelson. Should definitely be doin this more. Our styles surprisingly complement eachother. Can't wait for next time!

Progress

Before. and now.

and yet to be continued...

Si una mirada

en realidad. si una mirada te pudiera parar el camino del tiempo. si es. si no es. si lo sea que no lo sea. en realidad. no importaria. si los tamales no se quemaron bueno entonces no se quemaron. la mirada del momento no basta, ya no llega, y no seria igual. si en tu camino te caes, si el temor te mata, si los ilusiones se realizan, si ya cansa de estar en lo mismo y mismo y mismo y mismo y mismo. si su voz te electrifica. si en el momento te enamoras de la mirada. y si sabes que ya no importaria. y los nacimientos te purifican, pero los gatos te llegan. un dia. entenderas.

Part III

also in progress. these aren't from the Calligraphy series, they are a sequel to Encuentro. the camera has a hard time taking good pictures of gold paint, which either makes it really yellow or really white. also, the one right above here has extra flash coming off cus the paint was still wet when I took this. (so yea, that's not white paint). I'll keep taking pictures of their many stages to come until they're completed.

Part II

and Part II, which are works currently in progress. All these have a base (chinese ink, acrylic, cotton paper) that will be synthesised into a large mixed media piece. I'll keep taking pics of the progress of these guys as I go.

Calligraphy series

Here's part I of my calligraphy series.

Mixed media: chinese ink, acrylic and chalk pastel on paper.

you know what

i am SO SICK of people trying to treat art as a side thing, and thinking that every artist is going to accept that reality and fall into the trap of becoming a starving artist. HELLO? if people are ever going to start taking art seriously maybe we will get some real art out, instead of some stupid SIDE thing that you do whenver you got free time. WAKE UP! that is NOT how artists treat their art, so stop convincing us that your starving artist stereotype is the real thing when you have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what you sayin.

Met

I went to the Met today for the first time. We had two hours but I managed to see everything I wanted to see. I remember scanning my eyes through textures, colours, shades, different materials, light, shadow, hews, finding that one visual feeling that is going to remain in you for the rest of your life. and I found many. writings from ancient egypt, amharic, chinese, arabic, you name it. I LOVE calligraphy I don't care what part of the world its from. so stay tuned for part II of my calligraphy series. it will to blow you away. a million shades of grey of an ancient stone engraved with shades of colour that have kept eachother company through so much. time. the presence of the buda monuments. the feeling of tibetan temple walls. malian wood carvings. deep wood. the nigerian face profiles on wood. masks, masks, and more masks. the huge i don't even know what to call them from the maori and pacific island peoples. they were absolutely AMAZING. they would take an entire tree and make it into a ceremonial sculpture yet preserving parts of the tree. yes, entire trees in display cases. and entire ships. and even huger trees of sculptures of some kind of people, they had huge eyes, they were painted, and they rocked. I am never going to forget these things, and I can't wait to go to those places to see them for real. a museum is simply not enough. also got to see Cy Twombly, Rothco, and other great works from artists discussed in my mural arts class. I'm not even going to start talking about the paintings cus I'm never gon finish. there were so many colours today, and although its a lil hard to describe it in words I will try my best to synthesise all that into original work. I got only a few weeks left in Philly. I want to create as much as I can while I'm here and bring out the best and rest of Philly in me before I never get a chance to do so anymore.

Joyas

Ywei Wang
Joyas
2007
Mixed media on paper
104 x 71 cm

Once

they once said that a frozen heart still has a chance to thaw. they once saw the light that was ahead, but that light has since long ago vanished into a point in time. maybe it will keep hiding in its latent stage or maybe it will come back out and shine the faces of a walker. there was another walker. smiling away like one who is in love and saw the embodiment of it. there was another walker. no. that one was not a walker. that one was lying on the ground. homeless and helpless. he was once told that if his eyes froze maybe they will have a chance to thaw. in another walkers' eyes she saw inspiration. in another's, desperation. in hers, confusion. displacement. relocation. adjustment. dissapointment. uncertainty. her trust has frozen and they said maybe it still has a chance to thaw. in her illusion she undreams of a situation that will antisecuritise her null certainty. and now realises she has been tricked into being querida de todos, amada de nadie. its an illusion. fears and lies and more illusions. maybe that light will come back to shine the path unknown to her trust. the insistence that has cultivated a wrong sense of direction, of misdirection and multidirections. maybe the lost light has frozen but they once said that maybe it still has a chance to thaw. and her frozen hope, I really don't know what they once said, but maybe it still has a chance to thaw.

Das wat I'm talkin about

Words will not do justice.

Her name is Qu Qian Mei, 瞿倩梅.

She came to France from China in 1986 as a political refugee. Her Espérance 2008 exhibition can be found here:

http://www.quqianmei.net/

Justice

Artists have the duty and obligation to make justice for good art. If nobody is going to do it, who will? Who will carry the responsibility of breaking new grounds to create great art? If artsits don't stand out bravely to fulfill this task, they are evading a divine duty they owe to the entire humanity and the last person they can forgive is themselves. Everyday I tell myself to stop looking towards my fears and stand out bravely to make justice for good art. because I refuse to let anybody make me believe that I am not the one who has this obligation!

Tiempo

el Tiempo. un redondo. consuelo. dueños de papel. remolinos. ciertos infiernos. palomas blancas. incertitudes que fortalecen. huellas que penetran al corazón de tus dudas. un Tiempo para todo, y nunca hay Tiempo para nada. Tiempo que repite espiralando. Tiempo que no cede. que te empuja hasta el rincón de tus temores. Tiempo. mi casa. tu casa. un hogar. donde pasa el río. Tiempo. mi templo. mi temor. mi dolor. mi amor. un olor a flor.

Say

say the four walls vanished and all you got left were a drop of oil. say that drop of oil was the source of your joy anger and sorrow. say you never said goodbye when you leave the people you love most. say you never gave up. say the drop of oil is now a drop of tear. say you opened up your hands and caught that drop of tear that was falling off an angel's face. say that drop of tear saved your life that was about to vanish in a split of a second. and you wake up crying and gasping for air. say you no longer cried because your tears are now frozen in the cold. they have frozen your soul your heart your mind. and now you want to come back. to say farewell. to feel joy anger and sorrow. to the drop of oil. the four walls.

西元前的今天

Ywei Wang

西元前的今天

2007

Acrylic on Paper

120 x 104 cm

Harmony

there are some images that will capture a permanent impression in you. these images struck me for its beautiful harmony between light and colour.
Li Xi 李西 is an artist based in Beijing.
his art has insipired me in the flash of a second and will remain with me forever.





Here is more of his work:
http://wgfanb.azone.artron.net/index_p.php

Serendipity

two years ago I came across a book at the library, and in it were a couple of paintings that struck me like lightning. it was beautiful. Powerful. these images have been stuck in my head ever since. I blame myself for not remembering the name of the artist who created this art. I searched everywhere, back at the library, online, everything. for some reason, out of a lot of luck, and through a force that I can't really explain I came across the exact same book. Its called "seven - contemporary indian artists" and I came across the same powerful images that have been with me all this time, and has continued to inspire me. I could not believe it, I am so grateful to be able to see this art again.
her name is Sujata Bajaj. here is her Art.




Here is more of her work:
http://www.sujata.org/

I feel very blessed.

Desierto

Ywei Wang
Desierto
2007
Acrylic on Paper
102 x 87 cm

Desierto. Desert. I lived in a desert for six years. no rain. water shortages. Sand. Dust. Grey. Yellow. Shiny. Ocre. blend. the mountains were heaps of beautiful silky sand. Cactus. sometimes burnt out like pieces of coal. the grey skies of Lima and the sand dust that would fill in every single corner of your life. your house your clothes your body your hair. your nostrils. and eyes. earthquakes shake the buildings that are loosely built within the sand. the blurry lines between the sand and the sky. I loved the desert yet I longed for rain. and now in the rain I long for the desert, whose sand has nourished my childhood into the woman I am today.

Desconexión

Para cada uno una historia. Para cada segundo que pasa, un relato. Siento el sudor de mis ojos, el olor de mi cuarto, saturada de pinturas acrílicas. me paro comme un enfant, qui a fini à demi temps la chanson cassé. doucement: tranquillement: regardes-moi. sigo relatando lo que fue de mi infancia escondida. si quieres me dices lo que tienes en la mente. si no quieres tampoco me ignores como si nunca nos hemos conocido. como si fueramos extranjeros bajo el mismo respiro. parles-moi. dernier rythme. j'ai beaucoup donné. I'm falling down down down ... its all around ... and its not : not : paradise : toxique. oué? aló?

الربيع

Ywei Wang

الربيع

2007

Acrylic on paper

106 x 90 cm