摘要
Shuare Shizhu blends his rural Yi heritage with giant,bold,urban strokes informed by the absurdities of modern life耍惹石主和他的三万平旧厂房“画布”We’re in a restaurant a short drive from Shuare Shizhu’s workshop.The 31-year-old painter is entertaining a young Chinese art dealer and his entourage,with whom he had just had a long conversation about destiny and rebirth.“I must have been a pig in a previous life,”he says with a cheeky smile,biting his lower lip.
