J. Cornelius

　　Beyond the border of the human reality churns a cosmic ocean of mountainous waves and overpowering currents and vortexes and reflections of reflections and masks behind masks.

　　It is no accident that humanity erects protective boundaries. These titanic forces can destroy one in the blink of an eye.

　　But they can also breathe in new life, lead the tired and spent human back to the original gifts of an animal joy of the moment and a divine promise of immortality.

　　Yang Yang’s art in this exhibition is a tapestry of magic seeping through the normality borders. The realities melt into one another; you blink—and the girl on the street becomes a disguised nymph—you blink again—and the nymph takes off her mask. Is that a butterfly in the meadow, or a pixie? This shadow flickering among the ruins—could it be a sleeping princess turning in her sleep? The ripple in the water—was it made by a mermaid’s tail?

　　A personal fairy tale can be a toolfor dealing with the titanic forces beyond the border: it allows to recognize the magical forces, to give them shape and form. To allow parts of magic into one’s life with joy and acceptance and to let even sadness acquire a taste of enchantment.

　　Boys in paper airplanes, doll-girls in shimmering bubbles, teddy bears greeting the sun—these and numerous other magical characters and settings in Yang Yang’s new art provide beauty and emotion, but also serve as guides and helpers in the navigation of the Fairy Tale.