http://www.escapeintolife.com/artist-watch/lu-cong/
http://lucong.tumblr.com/profile
http://lucong.com/blog/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lucong/19287857479
These portraits look like people I know. For every portrait, I can recognize a work colleague, or a friend, or a pupil from the school where I work. I can recognize different eye shades, different complexions, skin tones and different facial expressions. Each and every one of these portraits, although painted in exactly the same style, is an individual person, with their own personality
They ALL look like someone I know. It’s like coming face to face with someone, in a way these portraits are quite unsettling. They have a delicate almost spiritual quality……………..I love them.
In the artists own words from
http://artofday.com/wordpress/?p=4178
My family lineage contains no artists that I am aware of. My fathers father was a ginseng dealer and my mothers father came from a long line of bankers. Both my parents are engineers many of my cousins are computer programmers. There are businessmen, teachers, bureaucrats and professional of all sorts among my aunts and uncles, but not a single artist of any discipline. However I know very little about my grandmothes.
I was born in Shanghai , China 1978. During the decades prior, the peoples revolution had been secured. The culture was cleansed for our own good, every thing that was considered retrograde, pornographic and bourgeois was wiped out. The benefits were obvious, for my parents let productive lives as well functioning comrades in a well functioning society.
I wasn’t so lucky; I had a natural propensity for things that would lead a pure soul astray. By the time I was born influences from the outside world started to trickle through. My childhood curiosity fixated on all things foreign, things of strange beauty and anything that held traces of the past.
I drew constantly and obsessively. My family did not care for my talent, and only tolerated it as long as I kept up my school work.
Even as a little child I felt I was heading down a dark path with no redemption; no prospect for good jobs and no respect from family, and no useful contribution to the motherland.
As if fate knew that I’m of zero use to the Peoples republic, my family emigrated to the US in 1989………………..continued here
http://artofday.com/wordpress/?p=4178
http://lucong.tumblr.com/profile
http://lucong.com/blog/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lucong/19287857479
Lu Cong; contemporary American portrait artist
Lu
Cong was born in Shanghai, in February 1978. He immigrated to the
United States in 1989 at the age of 11. He graduated from University of
Iowa with degrees in Biology and Art in 2000, but he chose portrait
painting over medicine and hasn’t looked back since. These portraits look like people I know. For every portrait, I can recognize a work colleague, or a friend, or a pupil from the school where I work. I can recognize different eye shades, different complexions, skin tones and different facial expressions. Each and every one of these portraits, although painted in exactly the same style, is an individual person, with their own personality
They ALL look like someone I know. It’s like coming face to face with someone, in a way these portraits are quite unsettling. They have a delicate almost spiritual quality……………..I love them.
In the artists own words from
http://artofday.com/wordpress/?p=4178
My family lineage contains no artists that I am aware of. My fathers father was a ginseng dealer and my mothers father came from a long line of bankers. Both my parents are engineers many of my cousins are computer programmers. There are businessmen, teachers, bureaucrats and professional of all sorts among my aunts and uncles, but not a single artist of any discipline. However I know very little about my grandmothes.
I was born in Shanghai , China 1978. During the decades prior, the peoples revolution had been secured. The culture was cleansed for our own good, every thing that was considered retrograde, pornographic and bourgeois was wiped out. The benefits were obvious, for my parents let productive lives as well functioning comrades in a well functioning society.
I wasn’t so lucky; I had a natural propensity for things that would lead a pure soul astray. By the time I was born influences from the outside world started to trickle through. My childhood curiosity fixated on all things foreign, things of strange beauty and anything that held traces of the past.
I drew constantly and obsessively. My family did not care for my talent, and only tolerated it as long as I kept up my school work.
Even as a little child I felt I was heading down a dark path with no redemption; no prospect for good jobs and no respect from family, and no useful contribution to the motherland.
As if fate knew that I’m of zero use to the Peoples republic, my family emigrated to the US in 1989………………..continued here
http://artofday.com/wordpress/?p=4178
catherinearmant wrote on Mar 16
artprevails said
 What
attention to detail. The expression is eery yet beautiful. The skin
and eyes look translucent and dreamy. Thank for this post! 
I shall echo Mel's words exactly.
Thank you dear Loretta and take care. |
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vickiecollins wrote on Feb 5, edited on Feb 5
wow,
I see what you mean about the "person next door" look they all have.
And there is something about the eyes that is vaguely unsettling.
http://vickiecollins.multiply.com/journal/item/1360/Sunday_Art_Freebie_Picnik_art |
greenwytch wrote on Feb 5
WOW! those are really amazing and almost haunting. something about these reminds me of American Gothic. fantastic choices!
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rabbitfriendhere wrote on Feb 5
Interesting! Very lifelike, but not very happy looking! The first model looks like someone I know.
:-) |
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starfishred wrote on Feb 5
he is good--
his portraits are a little wistful and yes eery is a good word |
artprevails wrote on Feb 4
What attention to detail. The expression is eery yet beautiful. The skin and eyes look translucent and dreamy. Thank for thi
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