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策劃主辦：北京高地畫廊
展期：2008年3月8日至4月6日
開放時間：星期二至星期日，下午12:30—下午19:30（星期一休息）
北京市朝陽區酒仙橋路2號(798藝術區東北角)
北京8502#信箱轉高地畫廊 PC：100015
E-mail：gallery@vip.sina.com
電話：010-64377177
傳真：010-84599777
www.gaodigallery.com
??????? 王家增為我們深刻地展示了一幅驚心動魄的人類異化的景象。他無一例外地為這些人物“統一著裝”，一律的藍制服，一律的干部帽。這些亦工亦農，非官非商的人物，身份并沒有特指，它成為一種抽象的符號或象征。今天的中國人在著裝上已經千姿百態，萬紫千紅，但是在王家增的作品中，這些人物卻仍然像30多年前那樣，人物都穿著沒有個性的藍色干部服。我們不會忘記，這曾經是中國的重要標志之一，因此西方人稱中國人為“藍色螞蟻”。王家增完全無視這種時代的變遷，又將這些藍色干部服從衣柜中翻出。但是，這些服裝并不表明王家增還在反思那個特殊的歲月，而是將其變作束縛和禁錮人類個性或人性的符號，這一詭異的符號，讓我們既恍若隔世，又宛若現實。在這種狀態中，我們也似乎進入了一個似死而活的境地。灰、黑色的調子，天地和萬物仿佛都由鐵塊鑄就，由此，濃重的冷酷感向我們襲來，不由使我們想到生死的問題。
Men in Mental Boxes-Wang Jiazeng’sOil PaintingsExhibition
ExhibitionDate:8thMar.—16thApr.,2008
Sponsor:GaodiGallery
Opening Party:
OpeningHours:12:30-19:30(Tuesday-Sunday,Mondaybyappointmentonly)
No2JiuxianqiaoRoad,ChaoyangDistrict,Beijing,P.R.China
Tel: 010-64377177
Fax: 010-84599777
E-mail: gallery@vip.sina.com
www.gaodigallery.com
Wang Jiazeng revealed a soul-stirring vision of human dissimilation. He makes no exception of which the figures are all uniformed: all in blue and cadre cap. They can be either workers or farmers; neither government official nor merchants whose status are not identified and is only an abstract sign or symbol. Nowadays, Chinese are dressed of all sorts, but, in Wang Jiazeng’s works, people still look like are in 30 years ago, what whom wear has no individual character while all in blue tuinic and trousers. No one would forget that was one of the important marks of China then, therefore, Chinese were called ‘blue ants’ by Occidental. He is totally in defiance of the changes of time and rummages those out through chests and cupboards, in which not indicate that he is introspective of that special years but to symbolize the fetter and imprison of human character and nature. This tricky symbol seems like both another life and actual life. Under such circumstance, we are as if turning into a condition of being died but still alive. The style in grayish and black make the universe looked as though casting by iron, thus the dense callousness raid us that we could not help thinking about life and death.
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