|Zhang He's Bouquet|
Energy. The source of all things, material and immaterial. If energy (chi) has a signature, it could resemble the abstract calligraphic dance of paint in the hands of Zhang He. If the creative principle or force behind nature were potentially an algorithm, a program for infusing the formless with structure, then its designer’s autograph might resemble the vibrant paths of these bold images. Both Rejoicing and Becoming, which might be different words for the same phenomenon, seem to be signed by a free form force of nature. At the abstract or atomic level, energy is a trickster, what indigenous peoples call a shapeshifter: one second it’s a leaf, the next minute it’s a tree, the next century it’s a mountain. He’s paintings feel like a portrait of the trickster in action, and they give what used to be called action painting a new lease on life, a secret life. There is an atomic ambiguity at work here, and whether they metaphorically depict trees, flowers, tidal waves or volcanic eruptions, as Abundance, Bouquet, Between Waves or Fireworks all seem to do, they each share the element of exploding into an eternity of colour. Consider for a moment the rich potential of two surreal sciences: erotic botany, or the intimate study of the porno-blossom; and crypto-botany, or the exploration of mythical and non-existent plants. Now imagine paintings that appear to depict the secret inner life of flowers and to quietly steal into their leafy bedrooms during their silent romantic romping. Now look at the vividly riotous yet somehow elegantly sedate paintings of Zhang He. You get the picture, literally and figuratively. They possess an abstract eroticism. To properly witness his ecstatically embracing flower shapes in their clustering clouds of damp colour is to almost blush at having interrupted a private rendezvous between roots, soil and sunlight. You can almost feel his brushstroke petals breathy quivering. Abundance, Fruition and Peaks, for example, all give us an organic snapshot of energetic growth occurring before our eyes, or even inside our eyes.
Even though Zhang He is of Chinese ancestry (in fact he’s also the namesake of a legendary second century general) and Ikebana is of Japanese ancestry (the ancient art of meditative flower arrangement) the parallel between this painter and the deep contemplation of petals in space strikes me as a profound one. State of Becoming is perhaps the ideal title for this whole suite of encounters with brief infinities of experience, while With the Wind I and its companion piece suggest that we can see our evolving mind actually being transmitted through liquid time in paint. His depictions are, of course, not literal in the manner of conventional still lifes, and as abstract images they remind us that even abstraction has to be derived from something; in this case, from nature and its organic program for initiating the endless dance of forms. Even if their pictorial theme is not flowers per se, they nevertheless invite us into a site of stillness, one that unearths something unnamable, maybe even unknowable. In Touch I and Touch II, forms without identities jostle with each other for domination of the void. But this void is not empty, it’s the exact opposite of empty in fact. This void is so full it can barely contain itself. So it doesn’t.
These paintings quietly approach their seemingly floral forms and eventually get so close up that we can begin to actually hear the grinding mechanism of photosynthesis as it goes about its arcane business of converting light from the sun into chemical energy that later can be released to fuel the organism’s activities. Like us, and every other living thing perhaps, the main activity depicted is that of energy transformation, and thus each of his pictures seems to provide a kind of sedimentation of the mind of its maker. After all, what better definition for paint could there ever be than that of chemical energy? And here we can witness the secret life of energy.
Just as ikebana is contrary to the idea of floral arrangement as an assortment of blooms and instead emphasizes shape, line and form, created in a kind of meditative silence, these paintings also occupy a realm where silence is essential. But that doesn’t mean they’re actually quiet, again they’re quite the opposite in fact, since they scream at the top of their pigment: look at this quickly, before it disappears from view forever. As one title evens hints for us, the works are in Full Reach, as in fully blooming in space, and they continue to reach out until they eventually cease to be at all.
|Zhang He's Abundance|
This musical analogy is also not meant in any literal or programmatic way, as in trying to tell a story through images or sounds (they are quite beyond mere narrative impulses); it’s only that the everywhere-at-once imagery of He’s furiously beautiful images re-unmind me of that often breathtaking nowness embedded in Ornette’s music. Once again, paintings can reveal themselves to be a mysterious form of frozen music: one which we listen to with our eyes, and of course, with our hearts. What are they saying? Among other things, they’re saying Yes! But more importantly than saying, they’re showing something to us: that energy is always in a state of flux, that material things are an illusory reflection of an immaterial dimension. That, in the end, is the secret meaning of their Yes.