橙色美人蕉 2019

Here is Wang Xinfu’s wild garden, 'Orange Canna', built from thick strokes of greens, yellows, and earth tones. I’m imagining the artist piling up all that paint, working wet-on-wet, with such directness and speed. It's like Van Gogh with extra muscle. There’s a kind of mad joy in that first stroke, right? Laying down the sheer physicality of it all: the push, pull, and drag of the palette knife on the surface. Each stroke is a record of a movement, a decision, a feeling. I keep thinking about that spot of orange tucked in there. How it might be a small moment of rebellion against all that green. It’s all part of the same conversation. Wang Xinfu has taken up the baton of the painters who came before him, and he is running with it, towards his own vision.