As cultures become increasingly diverse and ideologies mix, does uniqueness still exist clearly?
As each distinct identity becomes more and more flamboyant, do different voices still clamour for attention?
How many eyes look to the soil at our heels after humanity has set its sights on the cosmic, the virtual, the future?
After enjoying a cranial orgasm following a lingering and disorienting sex film, do you still need fresh flesh to kiss your tongue, stroke your eyelashes and bump your sweat drops?
Yes, there is, and there will always be someone to plunge into this field.
The RCA also has this soil so fertile that it oozes shiny oil, with plump, fertile seeds planted deep within. In the past two years, Zhuoyi Wang has been soaked in the soil and has grown in his own way. The habit originated from Zhuoyi's undergraduate studies in fashion and apparel design, including fashion, knitwear and sportswear. He loves the ambiguous atmosphere, the sticky gaze and the scented flesh. When everything creates a connection with clothing, he always uses a shiny and dazzling yarn to flow out an erotic spelling, and the wet body is his best paper.
