Golden gift Golden gift under UV light

Art Work Details

Golden gift

Technique

Oil on canvas with UV-reactive pigments

Dimensions

100 x 66cm

THEME

Light, Time and Memory

Year

2023

Description

Golden Gift marks an important stage in my exploration of crystal as both a physical material and a conceptual vessel for memory and time. Rather than depicting crystal simply as a reflective object, I approached it as a medium through which different moments coexist. Observed from the perspective of an outside witness, the crystal becomes a silent archive where fragments of the past, present, and future overlap within a single form. Time is no longer experienced as a straight line, but as a continuous presence condensed into one luminous object. Created with oil paint and UV-reactive pigments, the work investigates how transparency, reflection, and refraction can evoke not only the physical behavior of light but also the continuity of memory. The glowing sphere appears simultaneously solid and immaterial, inviting the viewer to contemplate the invisible connections between different moments in life. This exploration represents an important step toward my later Crystal Flower series, where crystal evolves beyond a visual motif to become a symbol of preserved memory, invisible existence, and the timeless language of light.

Artist Note

[Golden gift] Adorned with small and large golden beads, this space is a realm from my lazy childhood afternoons’ dreams. In the enchanting dreams of my girlhood, I received shimmering, golden beads as a gift from my future self. The scene within the painting is a boundary of dreams crafted by my young heart, where I would lie on my bed and indulge in leisurely imaginings, merging the emotions of hope and fear. Amidst this serene space, the radiant golden beads gradually emerge. These beads hold the memories of beloved individuals I have yet to meet in the future. Here, even the image of my little angel, so fragile and fleeting, seems frozen like an incomplete work of art, held within these imperfect beads. I long for it. Intensely long for it. Life is a splendid blessing. Yet within it brims an unfathomable depth of sorrow.