- My name is Wang Chenguang. Born in 1978 in a military compound in Beijing, I grew up in a disciplined environment while harboring a naturally melancholic and sensitive soul. Painting became my only way to truly express what was inside.
- At 30, I moved to Canada. From extensive life drawing sessions at Humber College to my studies in art and humanities at Emily Carr University (ECUAD), I searched for my own voice. I was deeply influenced by Nicolai Fechin; I never cared for the “oily,” overly detailed style of traditional painting. Instead, I sought a language that was selective and decisive—capturing the essence rather than the surface.
- Around 2016, my life collapsed following a divorce. I fell into a severe depression, leading to a diagnosis of uncertain psychosis and a two-week involuntary stay in a psychiatric hospital. I felt as though I had died once. Yet, it was through that darkness—and the subsequent recovery—that my art found its true weight.
- I was a good student with a high GPA, but I left academia in my fourth year because life itself offered a more profound education. Today, I live a quiet life with my girlfriend. Despite this companionship, I still spend the majority of my time alone at home, immersed in my own thoughts.
- I paint because human existence feels so small. From birth to death, we only have a few decades of true feeling. My work is an attempt to capture that fragility: the internal storms, the unspoken loneliness, and the delicate repetition of the human experience.
- Everything may seem meaningless, but since we are here, we must experience our own aging and our own world. This is my art, and this is my truth.
