It is letting the viewer peer into the artist’s life through the eyes of his death.
It is opening the gates to a sincerity of a deeply intimate and profoundly emotional view of his legacy.
Marked by the power of death, this is no longer an ordinary exhibition, but a humble, though emotionally charged tribute to the life of Tran Trung Ky — to the life of a person, an artist, a teacher.
Though not unimportant, these give way to a flood of unexpected perceptions and feelings, somehow conjured up and conveyed by the imaginary spaces appearing as gaps, left by the absence of chronology in the presentation of Tran Trung Ky’s works.
The absence transforms itself into a palpable presence.
It makes one look and search beyond the pictures themselves.
It makes one perceptive of the character of the person, to the somehow projected feeling of natural modesty and kindness.
Tran Trung Ky’s goodness and his humanity become present, permeating the emotional space of the exhibition.
These perceptions, this newly created emotional space come across by the way of a small cluster of portraits, or his impressionistically painted land and townscapes unexpectedly juxtaposed with larger canvases imbued with symbolism, or the near abstractions of his latest works…





