Li Dafang,Bamboo Clappers, Starch, Bean Curd and Soap, 2006, Oil on canvas, 190 x 320 cm.
Li Dafang, Bai Ye Bai, 2007, Oil on canvas, 190 x 270 cm.
Li Dafang, Second Uncle, detail, 2007, Oil on canvas, dyptich, 300 x 300 cm (2 x 300 x 150 cm), Courtesy: Galerie Urs Meile, Beijing-Lucerne.
Li Dafang, Nightshift, 2007, Oil on canvas, 149 x 149 cm.
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Li Dafang – Cui Ping Bei Li
October 27-December 22, 2007
By ULRIKE MUNTER
The large-format oil-on-canvas paintings by artist Li Dafang (born in Shenyang in 1971, now living in Beijing) tell stories that happen between the times, between the Here and Now of his own current reality and the images and word sequences lodged in his memory. While the solo show in the capital places emphasis on current work, a retrospective review published for the exhibition allows reconstruction of the evolution of Li Dafang’s narrative strategies.
The title that Li Dafang of the exhibition, Cui Ping Bei Li, blurs boundaries between fiction and reality by swapping one of the four characters that usually designate the location of his studio. This barren area at the edge of the megacity, not to found on any map, becomes a place of calmness for Li Dafang, so that warehouses and worksheds, piled-up building materials and dust-covered vegetation correspond to the scenes of paintings he creates.
It is these structures of reference between title and work, and also to other formal means of visual narration, that Li Dafang experiments with since the early 1990s. He makes use of the difference between painting and text specific to each medium: while in words, there can only be successive narration, the visual dimension allows simultaneous presentation of several places, or points in time. Essential to Li Dafang’s work is the size of his paintings because only in the formats he opts for — the scenario of devastation in The Rope Is My Home (2005), for instance, spans an area of 200 x 900 cm — can the viewer enjoy a free rambling gaze, a wandering of the eyes through the image landscape.
After 2005, the conceptual tightrope act between fictionality and reality becomes the determining esthetic premise for the artist. He now refrains from directly using script in his paintings. While before intense colors prevailed, they gave way to misty grays, blues and browns, reinforcing the impression of the illusionary. The portrait-like, close-up perspective has changed to an observer status, maintaining a discreet distance. Also the type of action shown in the paintings is different. Where Li Dafang used to prefer threatening or even overtly violent scenes from everyday life, he now displays mysterious arrangements in inhospitable spaces and landscapes where strange characters ply their strange trade. For instance, in the diptych of Second Uncle, what is the almost naked young man doing on that deserted factory shop floor suffused with blue light?
Of the paintings made in 2007, almost every single one is set in an industrial ambience marked by decay. Factory workshops with heavy machinery and equipment, piles of assorted materials and labyrinthine mazes of pipes and cables determine the backdrop against which Li Dafang has his protagonists acting. For the most part, they are eccentric loners, performing activities that are just as weird. A recurring motif is someone digging holes or burying things. Often the protagonists themselves climb from these very holes or disappear into them. What Li Dafang used to read as a child and young man becomes a medium of memory to him, as for instance in Bai Ye Bai (Bright Night, Bright) that is an unmistakable allusion to Dostoevsky’s novel White Nights. A particular play on words is staged in the title Ai Wei Te: while wei te is nothing but the phonetic transliteration of Werther — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther had stirred the emotions of Chinese intellectuals already in the 1920s — Li Dafang adds a doleful ai to the name and thus condenses in a single character the dilemma of both the protagonist and the readership identifying with him. And in Little Snow, he takes his audience back into their childhood days by mirroring, in the stage-prop demolition scenario of his painting, a Chinese prose classic: Outlaws of the Marsh, also known as Water Margin.
Li Dafang is an artist pushing the boundaries. His paintings work by blending various time levels and spaces. Reminiscent of Proust’s madeleine effect, in his most recent pieces he succeeds at either having slivers of contemporary reality become a trigger of (especially) literary memories or, vice versa, letting the (re)reading of texts be the catalyst for a journey to the places of the personal past.
— Translation: Werner Richter