Min Luo: OBSERVE


Opening Reception: December 19, 2020, 12-5 pm
Exhibition on View: December 19, 2020 - January 24, 2021
Hours: Saturday-Sunday 11 am-6 pm,
or by appointment via newyork@timeartsus.com

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Time Gallery is pleased to announce our first show of 2021, OBSERVE featuring artist Min Luo. The exhibition is on view from December 19, 2020, to January 24, 2021. Here is an essay by artist Min Luo for this exhibition. If you want to join us at the opening reception, please RSVP here. Spots are limited, first come first serve. 

The year 2020 seems like a curse, from the beginning of the year till the last days remaining. The panic started from a town and then swept the world instantly… All evils surfaced, regrets and repentance are just illusions. Pain is forgotten where scars heal. Sure, let’s get it – just imagine we are standing still at the climax of the game.

 

Meanwhile, I was pulling away from a far corner. From sunrise to sunset, I prefer empty streets and lonely piers when the city is asleep with no people wandering. No styles. No decorations. Using simple language and unfamiliar paper, I leaned over my window to depict. How cliché is the verb depict! But it was used frequently in my childhood, so I don’t dislike it. In this way, I depicted houses, streets, seas, as well as the teenagers and dogs on the piers. They are the best in this bleak world, so I could travel to where all this started.

The green kettle was an accident. My son bought back a black coffee maker from LA that was exactly the same as the one at home. They were not cheap. Within a month, I burned both kettles by filling them with water and placing them on the heated stove, which burned them. I made this absurd mistake twice in a short amount of time. My mind went blank both times. I was amazed by my mistake. Both times, I threw away the burnt kettles as if I was erasing evidence from a crime scene. I felt guilty. After I burned the second kettle, I bought a green kettle and replaced it on the exact same spot where I committed the “crime.” Everything seemed to be perfect, and the truth is buried. There would be no more mistakes. However, every time I land my eyes on the green iron pot, I think of the “crime.” Of course, no evidence can be found, because some truth is not needed in a peaceful and healthy life.

Min Luo

11/29/2020

Translated by Datura Zhou

Please email datura@timeartsus.com if you want to have access to the original texts.