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Yang Cong - Dounan Studio 2016-02-21
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Yang Cong - (Dounan) Studio of the Alchemy of Life and Art 2016-02-21
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Yang Cong - (Dounan) Studio of the Alchemy of Life and Art - Masterpiece of the Earthquake - Bookshelf 2016-02-21
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Finding creative inspiration in the vibrant and brilliant vegetable washing basket
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Transforming these everyday materials into artistic narratives
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Unexpected creative inspirations are found everywhere in the studio
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Art seems to be omnipresent
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"Light" is the soul and consciousness of Yang Cong's works - The artist in the studio
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The artist in the studio
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Another studio - Unexpected scenery, approx. 2001-2010
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Monumental form unexpected scenery, approx. 2001-2010
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Monumental form unexpected scenery, approx. 2001-2010
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Monumental form unexpected scenery, approx. 2001-2010
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Pioneer of New Material Aesthetics - Xu Yang Cong 2016-02-21
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Yang Cong in front of the studio 2016-02-21

Text and Images / Chen Chi-Hsiang

Yang-Cong passed through the human world with grace, like a bright star streaking across the sky. His untimely death is truly lamentable. He was one of the outstanding artist friends I met during my artistic activities in Taiwan. We both had solo exhibitions at Taipei's Pema Gallery, which was a space for our artistic activities. We often met at opening receptions and art lectures, sharing common ideals about art and a concern for the direction of humanistic art on this land.

Earlier this year, before returning to Paris, I was participating in a contemporary art symposium in Chiayi when, to my surprise, Yang-Cong and Pema-Lianhua unexpectedly appeared at the venue. From his gaunt and frail figure, I realized he was battling for his life (undergoing chemotherapy). I quickly understood and visited him in Dounan a few days later, documenting his studio and conducting an in-depth interview. We both sang our hearts out within art. I never imagined that by the time I returned to Taiwan at the end of the year, he had already passed away.

I can only gaze at the distant sky, using the title of his photography collection, "Passing Through the Human World." Here, through this text, I bow in remembrance of my artist friend Yang-Cong. Rest in peace, my friend.