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Weimin Huang

Lance Fung Gallery

Weimin Huang’s paintings are at once subdued and stunning: subtly luminous vertical lines, of various lengths and widths but all more or less narrow and self-contained, suspended in a grisaille field. The lines sometimes extend to but never quite reach the edges of the canvas, and broad bands of gray space bracket them, creating an effect of balance despite the asymmetry of each group of verticals. The illusion that the lines are floating seems to intensify the longer one looks. This doubtless has something to do with the fact that each line is composed of minute, intricately linked gestural marks, which slowly but surely make their intimate presence felt, contradicting the detachment of the tall verticals they constitute. The lines are like stalactites formed drip by drip in a cave of space so unfathomably deep that it appears flat. In Huang’s paintings we are dealing with the numinous,

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