Its ordinary is made of black, ocherof blue and of Red. With a border between abstraction and the figurative that he crosses cheerfully, even when a lotus flower teases his brush.
Joy was perhaps not there the day this painter took his brushes, saluted the wall of China (or not) and presented his homage to rue Bonaparte, on the side of Paname. The perfect pretext being, after the School of Fine Arts in Beijing, the National School of Fine Arts in Paris. Well, the stroke of greetings and reverence is not mine, what speaks in fact is the lyricism of my guest Chen Jiang Hongwhich I receive with gravity, as much as its extraordinary Mao and me : the little red guard which he publishes in large format for young people at the École des loisirs.
Chen Jiang Hong’s musical choices:
Sam Cooke- A change is gonna come
Franz Schubert- Winterreise (Winter Journey) n°5
Yodelice- Talk to me