Xiang Jing (artist) - Works

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Xiang Jing is considered highly satirical and there are questions that are raised surrounding the plight of the post-feminist movement of women. She shows the emotions and expresses the mindset of women which causes her work to shift from personal to political. Xiang Jing matches the outward appearance of the sculpture with inner philosophy and emotions of the same image. She is a well-rounded sculpture whose works include: some animal figures, clothed women, and naked women. The sculptures are made from different thing; some of them are casted in bronze or polyurethane while others are painted in fiberglass. As an artist, she seems to keep most of her focus on women and how she portrays them in her work. She captures the current trends, some popular activities that contemporary women indulge in (clubbing, shopping, etc.). Xiang Jing hardly ever uses synthetic materials in her works. She uses some props such as cigarettes. She is phenomenal at expressing the emotions of the women she sculpts. Depending on the work, most of the women seem to have the emotion of depression. In some of them there seems to be a sense of reflection or vulnerability. These sculptures have an eerie glow about them that conveys the emotion of anger or sadness. Happiness does not seem to be a theme in any of her creations.

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