| Biography | About | Artists Represented | Chen Hai Yan

“Dream” Wood Engravings,Hander College, New York, U.S.A.

“Dream” Wood Engravings, Group Exhibitions in Frankfurt Gallery, Germany
“Dream” Wood Engravings, Kim Gallery, San Francisco, U.S.A.

“Dream” Wood Engravings, “Half the sky” Exhibition, Bonn, Germany
 “Jiangnan Modern and Contemporary Art from South of Yangzi River” Group Exhibitions in  Vancouver, Canada

“Contemporary Chinese Women Printmakers” in Portland, U.S.A.
“Dream” Copper Engravings and Wood Engravings, Solo Exhibition, North Oreland Museum, UK
“Dream” Wood Engravings, Portland Museum, Portland, U.S.A.

“Dream” Wood Engravings, Vienna, Graz

“Dream – butterfly (copperplates), 8^th National Art Exhibition, and won 3^rd prize at 12^th Exhibition of Prints.
10 Women Artists of the Continent, Hongkong and Hanart TZ Gallery, Hong Kong

“Chinese Art after 89” Hanart TZ Gallery (Hong Kong) Ltd., Marco Polo Gallery, England.
Dream Series (woodcuts) at an exhibition of prints at North Ireland and purchased by Great Brtiain Museum, U. K.
“China Avantage”, Haus der Kulturen der Welt, Berlin, Germany

“Dream” Exhibitions in 5 cities of Australia

“Dream” Solo Exhibition, Art Museum, Los Angeles, USA
“Young Art from China” Gallery Vorsetzen, Hamburg and stidtische Galerie Saarbruicken

“Contemporary Art from Asia”, Japan
“Chinese Print Graphics of the Continent” Hong Kong

“Beyond the Open Door”, Pacific Asia Museum, Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Contemporary Chinese Painting, England

Admitted to the printmaking department of China Academy of Fine Arts, Hangzhou in 1980.
Now she is a lecturer at the printmaking department of the China Academy of Fine Art.

Statement:

 

A Record of Dreams I can hardly remember how many "books" of records of dreams I have kept. Someone regard them as art works, others nonsense. Anyway I have merely been led by my intuition to do what interests me. In this way, one "page" after another, I have tried  my best to record my feelings in the dreams. Every night, I wish I could fall in asleep sooner, so as to allow those irrelevant little dreams to be performed earlier, one after another, without beginning and without ending. When I dream of colors, I will place them on my canvas with my brush; when  I dream of people, I pray I could catch their transient expression with a few strokes. Oh! How clumsy I am - to have let so many beautiful pictures vanish in the air! Having scanned through my "books" of dreams and selected casually a chapter for you I feel just like a specimen held on an anatomy platform, empty-minded, waiting for some eagle - sighted surgeon to cut up my skin, while lecturing to his pupils. I arrived with some people at a small town, where towns men were holding a ritual. I saw two terrifying tigers descending from above, heads bandaged with some whimsical things. Below a platform seat many people all dressed up in white. I was scared by the sight. On the other side were some women running for ward, carrying flowers to the assembly. The flowers were white, and there were white flowers in their hair, too. They looked mysterious and fearful. Finally, I was checked out by the crowed to have AIDS. It was the end of the world to me, I thought. I was afraid to remain in this town. Should i run away first without caring about the others? I was wandering in the streets. There were vegetable dealers. One was selling dried carrot strips, at 46 Yuan/kg ---- though with a few wet strips? I was looking for the train station. Some one told me to go straight ahead, so I was heading to ward a white house. I was in water, and saw a tiger. I kept repeating in my heart one word: dra-gon, dra-gon-fly, ... I was swimming when I kicked the tiger who died from catching a dragonfly. The dragonfly was then on the surface of water. I repeated: dragon fly, dragonfly... How sentimental!

Collections:

 12 pieces from “Dream Series” collected by British Museum, U.K.