There's a kinship with Luo Ping's eighteenth-century ink ghosts here - creatures conjured from the barest minimum of mark, the white of the page doing as much work as anything actually drawn. An oval head anchors the page, two ears rising sharply from its crown, six whisker-lines radiating outward in loose arcs that seem almost indifferent to matching each other. That indifference is exactly the point: character arrives entirely through what Aligha left out.
There's a kinship with Luo Ping's eighteenth-century ink ghosts here - creatures conjured from the barest minimum of mark, the white of the page doing as much work as anything actually drawn. An oval head anchors the page, two ears rising sharply from its crown, six whisker-lines radiating outward in loose arcs that seem almost indifferent to matching each other. That indifference is exactly the point: character arrives entirely through what Aligha left out.
- Curatorial note, wifärt gallery