Shen Ling
About Pink
Bed
The constant rush of modern
life is the archenemy of one's sex life. The meaning of sex has
been reduced to something of a fast food meal, eaten for the purpose
of filling one's stomach. This kind of sex, this release of libido,
is never soul-touching, like two clumps of frozen meat piled on
top of each other, neither overwhelming nor heartbreaking, neither
heavenly nor hell-raising. It gives you a feeling of hollowness
inside, extremely insensitive, yet you are left with no choice.
Milan Kundera once said,"
What is flirtation? One might say that it is behavior leading
another to believe that sexual intimacy is possible, while preventing
that possibility from becoming a certainty." Today, flirtation
has become quite a luxury.
I
always believe that women are sentimental creatures who always
play the role of tragic heroine. Even a woman who is capricious
cannot afford the emotional consequences of a one night stand,
though she might have been looking for men for fun. She would
never expect to lose in the end, simply because she is a woman.
Her tenderness cannot be mistaken for weakness, but even the most
promiscuous woman could fall in love. In her own way, tenaciously,
silently, and madly she loves, tires, escapes, cries, sulks, and
becomes enthusiastic, longing and flared up. She'd rather be hurt
and taunted, only to be able to love the one she wants.
Today, sex is prevalent
in every part of society. It seems as though life would be monotonous
without it. Nowadays, sexual jokes at dinnertime can replace meat
dishes. Cellular phones never cease to display text messages with
sexual innuendos, and porn sites can be found everywhere if you
go on-line. I am extremely annoyed and tired of it all, but I
seem to be out under its spell. Every time I open my mouth to
begin a conversation, it is always sexual. Every time I begin
to paint, naked bodies always appear on the canvas. If you could
open up my brain and look inside, half of it would be filled with
sex. Every time I think about sex, I become steamed with desire
and satisfaction. I just cannot stop thinking about it.
Making love is my most favorite
thing in the world. It's so wonderful, so breathtaking. There
is nothing more beautiful than two lubricious naked bodies and
two trembling hearts becoming one with another.
I recall once, reading
this excerpt from a book: "Love is a non-replaceable experience
and is life's most basic form of happiness. We rush our lives
everyday without direction. We busy ourselves everyday but never
achieve anything. Only love enables us to constantly feel alive,
without insensitivity. Love is such a splendid thing, filling
the air like magical dust. It makes me crazy, intoxicated, and
withered. Just like the popular music that permeates the air:
love just to love, love is too difficult, and love is simple.
I enjoyed the simplicity and happiness of love and cannot helping
expressing the supreme and incomparable joy of sex. I hope you
will be able to feel when you approach my paintings.
Shen Ling, 2003.08
Man. Woman
1999
Oil on Canvas
180 x 170 cm
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Reeling Mind
1999
Oil on Canvas
180 x 170 cm
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Soak in Lust Bathtub
2001
Oil on Canvas
170 x 160cm
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