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By Cai Xiu and Cui Xiangquan
English translation by Catherine Yu-Shan Hsieh
Jia Qiong, Windows, Mannequins, 2007. Oil on canvas, 2 x1.4 meters. Courtesy of the artist.
There are many kinds of painters. Some paint what they see. Others paint how they feel. Jia Qiong, of one kind, is always looking for life, memories, and fantasies in the paintings that he makes. His life, he says, is an unending quest. In One Hundred Years of Solitude—his favorite book—there is a sentence: getting on the train to the bog, searching for the most beautiful bride in the world. In Jia’s case, the bride is his constantly changing muse.
