MINGSHI Lin
b. Shenzhen, CHN
b. Shenzhen, CHN
She/her/it
About
Mingshi Lin creates illustration, independent film, oil painting, music, and experimental sound that deliver evocative spiritual imagery with a poetic temperament.
She pursues an aesthetic that re-portrays and deconstructs consciousness and matter, nature and humanity, and cyborgs and knowledge, in order to inspire ‘something in between’ and liberate the third overtone from the conventional narratives.
Her works seek to explore the ‘resonation’ of the world — the ‘Aeolian’ derived from perceptions. Her brushstrokes, montage, and voice mean to create a new immersive environment — an ambience — a metaphysical space in which the mind wanders freely and ‘body’ drifts randomly while dissolving itself out of the borders. “Imagination is a sensory movement; the canvas is the habitat where my mind should go and rest,” she has noted. “Arts only live well in the uncanny collision between dreamy vision and real tactility. I just let my hand move, selling peerless imagination, not products.”
Education
University of Cambridge, Cambridge, UK
MPhil. Latin American Studies. 2024
University College London, London, UK
MA. Film Studies. 2022
School of Visual Arts, New York, NY
BFA. Film. 2020
Exhibition
2023
FORBES Top 100 Young Artists of China, Shenzhen, CHN
2023
ART COMPOSITION--European Contemporary Art Exhibition, by Bravo Arts, Shenzhen, CHN
2021
Dante: The White Shores, Nest Gallery, Sea World Culture and Arts Center, Shenzhen, CHN
2018
2020
Quartz (2019), Nest Gallery, Sea World Culture and Arts Center, Shenzhen, CHN
︎︎︎ Contact
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The Dying and Living
By Mingshi Lin
Listen, the cells are singing,
look, they whisper in my veins.
I ask them,
in a low voice:
as I depart, would you see how my life wraps me?
And if, I won't be back,
I'm tripped, falling whilst a rebirth,
would you hear,
the bells in my lungs,between my inhale and exhale,
are all softly chanting,
for the death.
Copyright © 2021 by Mingshi Lin
By Mingshi Lin
Listen, the cells are singing,
look, they whisper in my veins.
I ask them,
in a low voice:
as I depart, would you see how my life wraps me?
And if, I won't be back,
I'm tripped, falling whilst a rebirth,
would you hear,
the bells in my lungs,between my inhale and exhale,
are all softly chanting,
for the death.
Copyright © 2021 by Mingshi Lin
