A layer of paint is hastily thrown partially on a canvas. The edges remain raw and the faces look at you. Hundreds of faces or is it the millions of faces of Cultural Revolutionary youth? The I.D. cards look at you and you try to feel what their lives are like. What they have lived, suffered, fought for, dreamt for... But all that can be seen is blankness. These are the works of Yin Xin. The memories that haunt this artist living outside of China since 1988, living in Paris since 1991. He comes back to this theme again and again as if it is his therapy. Lot’s of texture, muted colours, and the feeling of a fresco painted on a broken wall is Yin Xin’s talent.
