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Wong Ping
Wong Ping’s Fables 1

The artist’s madcap video, Wong Ping’s Fables 1, might at first appear to resemble a crazy screensaver. Grid-like patterns allude to the work’s deep digital structure, while comic-book imagery illustrates a set of curious moral parables. The video tells the story of Elephant, an intellectual who discovers second sight; Chicken, a police officer with Tourette Syndrome who accidentally kills his family; and Tree, a bus passenger forced to confront his darkest fears. They are flawed characters, and Ping annotates each of their stories with a short critical maxim. The artist wrote: “The tradition of fables providing a maxim is like the tradition of the artist’s statement… It tries to explain work that often doesn’t need it. But in the internet era, maybe we don’t have the time for long fairy tales—we want everything to be short and pithy.”

Obscenity and profound issues of contemporary society are not mutually exclusive in Wong Ping’s video works. His neon-hued animations imagine salacious narratives based on the artist’s real life encounters and observations, tapping into our deepest desires, fantasies, and repressed sentiments. Wong’s work forces its audiences to reassess their internalized standards of decency in its razor sharp critiques and existential inquiries. Teetering between perverse honesty and vulgarity, complex vignettes of individual relations in contemporary society are delivered as lurid, visually vibrant representations in an 8-bit video game aesthetic. Wong’s signature visual language is especially effective in masking social taboos packed with observations on repressed sexuality, obsession, social relations, political limitations, and cultural etiquette. Wong’s work carefully considers immense proposals concerning control structures, desire, sexuality, shame, masculinity, Hong Kong society, and digital ontologies in a way that is neither indexical nor allegorical. Rather, Wing’s work poses an uncomfortable middle ground, equally filled with the uncomfortable dialectic between smut and criticality.