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Sicheng Wang​


Sicheng(Born Wuhan 1992)is an artist living and working in New York and Wuhan, whose works range from painting, installation, performance to video and new media like 3D animation.
In Sicheng’s practice, he expresses his experience and understanding of the mysterious life flow through a poetic expression of different media. Artist uses his works to explore the personal, cultural, and historical connections between his homeland and other places. Meanwhile, he also wants to show how the different ideologies and rapidly developing technology impact on his society which has shaped him.


_ Respond to Feb. 24th Morning 2022


_ Virtual Immunization Project 2021

video, music, 3D animation, VR, game

_ 2020 Fall, Threat 2020

video, music

_ Spring to Summer in NYC 2020


_Memory Device2020

video, 3D animation, VR interactive

_Take the skies to travel, 2019

multichannel videos

_East Lake, 2019-2018


_Time is a river with no banks, 2018

installation, video

_Sunset of Baltimore, 2018-2017

paintings, installation, digital paintings, video

_Breaking down space, 2017-2016

paintings, installations

When the sun strikes the cloud with its rays, mist trembles and hovers in the light. I am walking beside a river; I seek to know the rhythm of humanity’s eternal   conundrum: the mysterious flow of life. I restore myself like a shore rebuilds itself in its waves. When the shore repairs itself, I walk.


Every step is where I started. I walk covering time and space, and always stand at my own doorstep. Art offers only a glimmer of what it attempts to represent: the artist’s interior, and the observers’ responses. I wander around in my mind and open its door.


Time is a river with no banks. We float in the river of time. The sun strikes the earth with its rays. I feel the time without a clear understanding of it. The artwork I make is like writing prose. The prose I write is about the experience of time. We are floating along the shore; we are dancing beneath clouds; we are crying and fighting in the rain. I want the incessant thoughts that crowd my mind to evaporate, to leave me quiet at twilight.

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