Oil on hardboard
21 × 29.7cm
I caught sight of you — a self I had never known: restless, resisting. Yet I questioned whether it was a vision of my own making, a projection of myself, or a trace of the uncanny familiarity you evoked. In time, such questions lost their weight. What remained was only the certainty of my own feelings. This portrait became a capsule of everything once felt, a dialogue, a trail of messages, endless dissections, yet its meaning belonged solely to me. When it was all over, the bold strokes and vivid hues left within me merged upon the canvas; each return to it fills me with a grey beyond words.
Oil and Oil Pastel on canvas
28 × 35cm
“No, I mean, please look closely at my body.” In today’s world, everything is symbolized, labeled; every body part has its own entry, its own community, its own fervent discussions. The human being is excessively objectified, fragmented, and displayed, reduced to a set of signs defined by countless gazes and desires. Under such a gaze, the existence of a “unique person” is gradually erased. No one cares about the scar on your knee, left from a childhood fall and carried into adulthood; no one notices the rough edges of your fingernails, broken from biting them in moments of anxiety; no one pays attention to the stretch marks that appeared on your thighs after dieting. These small yet genuine traces, those subtle moments that cannot be contained within any entry, are what truly make a person whole. Yet in the endless process of objectification, these marks unique to “you” are buried, ignored, and drowned in an ocean of labels, gazes, and symbols.
Oil on hardboard
21 × 29.7cm
I'm thinking about my blood, wondering whether my cells mourn each metabolic change; thinking that hyenas might evolve ahead of humans; thinking about the taste of that cheap bottle of white wine. It seems only by being tangential and trivial can one escape reality. But who ever named the territory between image and fantasy? It feels like a smoking room—fantasists inside, the clear-headed outside, each following their own rules without interfering. So the dreamers become numb, the clear-headed busy themselves, and I just want to rest. I'm too tired now — we're all too tired.
Oil on canvas
14 × 21cm
Before the bark, in the fragile hush of eruption’s eve, unease drifted like an unseen fog, slow and insistent, saturating every body. It slipped between breaths, thickening the air; it traced across the skin, drawing each fiber taut. Beneath the quiet, murmurs stirred—any stray sound might splinter the calm veneer. Heartbeats swelled, resonant as hidden drums, compelling all to wait: for the bark to break, for chaos to spill unchecked, for emotions too long restrained to surge at last. Anger, delirium—whatever its shape, perhaps each soul had already glimpsed it, even before the barking began.
Oil on hardboard
21 × 29.7cm
Let it go—mess everything up. It cannot be worse than what already is. Chaos, in its entirety, is not an ending but the overture to beginning again. The Chinese phrase “no breaking, no establishing” tells us that only through rupture can new form arise. To cling to the wreckage of the past is to circle endlessly in pain. So I choose to cover it all with mess: unruly strokes layered on canvas, carrying disorder and fracture into visibility. Cover It With Mess is not surrender, but an experiment—rewriting through chaos, rebuilding in the ruins, where meaning is shattered, and then remade.
Song has years of experience in illustration and digital art, working across oil painting and mixed media with a fluid and evolving style. Her works center on the depiction of the human body in various gestures and postures as a vehicle for emotional expression. The deliberate avoidance of facial features in her figures has become a deeply personal visual language of her practice. Her creative focus lies in exploring the psychological undercurrents of contemporary society and younger communities, continuously expanding the boundaries of expression through experimentation with diverse visual styles.
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2025,
London, UK
Grey with a Glimmer-Indra Gallery
2025,
London, UK
16.10.2025,
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