An enormous bald fiberglass nude by Chinese sculptor Xiang Jing sits heavily on a pink bench in a room of her own, staring glumly into space. Smaller, life-size figures lined up in an adjacent space at China Art Seasons gallery seem to be gripped by anxiety. Petulant, grim or wary, they are on the move but lost in some internal crisis. One young woman sticks two fingers in her mouth, as if stifling a scream. In another work, three dark-suited figures merge into a bundle of nervous energy.
This is contemporary art in China, or at least one aspect of it.