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2020-Undercurrent Gallery-NewYork

SPONSER: Undercurrent Gallery OPENING RECEPTION: Friday, December 4. 5 - 9 pm

GALLERY HOURS: 12.04.2020 - 01.02.2021THUR /FRI /SAT /SUN, 1 - 7 PM

ADDRESS: 70 John st. Brooklyn, NYC

(Notice: Each visitor will receive a calligraphy piece from Artist Loy Luo)



展览日期:2020年12月4日-2021年1月2日 周四-周日13:00-19:00

展览地址:70 John st. Brooklyn, NYC


How long, and to what degree, must a being imprint itself upon the geometries of our lived architecture before imparting suggestions of a warm body? In the ten paintings that comprise Homeless, Loy Luo's solo exhibition with Undercurrent, the artist portrays a faded landscape that reveals an indeterminate existence within and between hegemonic structures. With an unquiet, almost compulsive painterly hand, Luo creates paintings whose medium seems to molder onto the panels, recording our complicity in the peripheralization of living beings. Disintegration comes to its visual crescendo where the delineation between body and locale seems to muddy and blur, having us witness the dissolution of human bodies. In pieces such as Entanglement, and The Troubadour, we see all supportive infrastructure fall away, leaving the figure in a constant flux of disintegration, the anonymity of the individual reflecting the formal breakdown of the environment. Stacked upon wooden blocks, Luo’s paintings refute their status as mere aesthetic depiction of a scene, instead becoming intrinsically linked with the gallery’s scaffolding and thus insisting upon our participation both within and around these stories of isolation. In these heavy cityscapes, Luo tenderly surfaces figures who have been overlooked and inserts them in corporeality we cannot help but face.

Many things can be said about the city of New York but the most applicable here would be an allegiance to the unceasing restructuring of its buildings and the lives within them: as De Certeau describes it, a constant verticality in which those deemed unfit are swiftly discarded. As the city performs relentless alterations, its inhabitants strain to survive inside fragile micro-diasporas. Those who inhabit the chasm between public and private space embody an indeterminacy that, at best, defies co-option and, at worst, is testament to political failure. Luo’s metaphysical preoccupations with human existence and her quiet, agile handling of the medium elicit a needling dis-ease in her viewer. Faceless and solitary, the boundaries between person and infrastructure becomes indissoluble, causing the figure to recede into the grid of the city. We know these solitary figures from our daily movements around the city and recognize our disengagement from them. As the artist centralizes faceless histories in her impersonal cityscapes; we grapple with a choice: do we intervene in the inevitable disintegration of these figures into their encroaching backgrounds or simply watch from afar? Luo's figures, often in stasis, stand outside of both the demands and rewards of conditioned human behavior, pushing us to question our accession to this system. (Adriana Furlong)

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一个生命在我们居住的建筑几何图形上留下印记,要多久,要到什么程度,才能给我们留下温暖的躯体的印象? 在暗流画廊举办的羅一个展《无家可归》的十幅作品中,艺术家描绘了一幅揭示等级结构内部和之间不确定存在的褪色的风景。羅一用一种不安的、近乎强迫性的绘画手法所创作的作品,其媒介似乎在画板上模压成型,它们记录着我们在生命边缘化过程中的共谋。在画作近乎崩解的视觉高潮中,身体和场所的边界模糊让我们见证了人体的消解。在《纠缠》和《游吟诗人》这些作品中,我们看到所有的支撑性基础设施都消失了,只留下一个不断变化并正消融的人影,而个体的匿名性也反映了环境的正式崩溃。羅一的作品如同堆叠在僵硬的块面上,因此显然并非是对一个场景的审美描绘,相反,它们与美术馆的脚手架有着内在联系,从而力邀我们参与到这些孤立故事之中或周围。在这些沉甸甸的城市景观中,羅一将被忽视的人物形象浮现出来,并将其植入我们不得不面对的现实中。


关于纽约这座城市,可以有很多说法,但最适用于此的是对其建筑及其内部生活的不断重组的忠诚: 正如德塞托所描述的,一种持续的,被认为不合适的东西迅速被抛弃的垂直性。随着这座城市所进行的无情的变革,它的居民在脆弱的微散居住状态中疲于生存。那些居住在公共空间和私人空间裂隙中的人,表现出了一种不确定性,往好了说,这种不确定性是对“共同选择”的挑战,往坏了说,是政治失败的证明。羅一对人类存在的形而上学的关注,以及她对媒介的安静而敏捷的处理,让她的观众感到刺痛不安。人与基础设施之间的边界变得不可分割,无面且孤独的身影隐退于城市网格中。我们在城市的日常活动中遭遇这些孤独的身影,并认识到我们与他们的脱离。当这位艺术家把无面者的历史集中在没有人情味的城市风景中时,我们不得不做出选择:我们是要介入这些人物不可避免的解体,让他们消解在自己的背景中,还是只是远远旁观?羅一笔下那些常常处于停滞状态的人物,站在有条件的人类行为的需求与奖赏之外,促使我们质疑自己对这个体系的加入。

阿德里亚娜 · 弗隆


Artist Statement


The images of New York's homeless shocked me. In this so called civilized world that

human beings are proud of, the scenes of underclass life both greatly appalled me and also inspired my passion for creation. I often see homeless people with mental health problems dancing, chanting loudly and walking proudly down the street. They remind me of ancient minstrels, so whenever I see them, I am always in awe. I have always believed that artists are also born homeless, and they also have various psychological problems, because they are more sensitive to the problems of their own times than ordinary people.


When I arrived in New York in January 2020, a sudden outbreak brought travelers like me an unprecedented feeling of homelessness. At first, when news of the outbreak came from China, relatives and friends advised me not to return home out of concern. Two months later, when New York became the center of the epidemic, my friends and family wanted me not to go home out of concern for the safety of others at home. Later, there were a variety of obstacles such as canceled flights, sky-high ticket prices, quarantine testing standards, etc., to prevent people from returning. The acute challenge of the epidemic to family relationships and relations to others, and the unusual entanglements and wounds it has caused, is beyond the depth of previous thinkers' thinking about human nature.


The "faceless" feature of these paintings should be consistent with the confused

feeling brought about by the loss of identity during this unique time, and is also a pun on the human notion of dignity. The inspiration for these works originally came from my observations in the original panic of the epidemic: while most people had used masks to protect themselves from the virus, the homeless didn't wear masks over their faces. It occurred to me that those who mask their true selves often succeed in society, while those who reveal their true selves often fail, which raises doubts about the identity in the social system. And when I saw the hunchback body of ”Quasimodo” standing, sculptural and solemn, or the lonely figure of “Troubadour" on the historical ruins, I saw the connection between the useless presence defined by the secular social order and the useless as articulated by Chinese classical philosophy on the inherent value of the useless.


In fact, aside from the fact that some people have been displaced and have to sleep in public Spaces, in tents, sleeping bags and even cardboard boxes, the epidemic has also brought the experience of homelessness to countless others: we eat out, rest on street steps, have no toilets to use, and are often always shamefully alone...

Loy Luo










2020 年一月我来纽约,突如其来的疫情带给像我这样的旅行者前所未有的无家可归的体验。











般的庄严,“游吟诗人(The Troubadour)”孤立于历史废墟上的身影令人唏嘘时,这些世俗




情更让无数人都收获了类似无家可归的经历: 我们很没有面子地在外面吃饭,在街边台阶上



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