ARTIST
MICKEY

CURATOR
TAN XIAOZHENG

DATE
2026.05.21

Traces of Existence

When the heart is lost, no one notices. Mickey paints a figure in monochrome—curly hair, a striped shirt, and a side-backlight that carves her out from the void. The face is quiet, like a closed door; yet, you know there is something stirring behind it. She observes that while some things remain still, others shift and change—and more often than not, she herself cannot fully contain it all. This is not a complaint, but a moment of radical honesty: an admission that one cannot be defined by a single state of being.And so, she begins to paint the fall.The body falls; the heart follows. There are no safety nets in these paintings—only fragments, erratic lines, and eyes that refuse to focus. From 2024 to 2026, she has chronicled her own descent—not to reach a destination, but to see clearly the things she passes along the way.

Then, the Joker appears. Not as a performance, but as an instinct. She asks: Is it only I who play the fool, or is it everyone? The question remains unanswered, but the giant red lips on canvas and the city-scrawl of symbols surrounding them have already said enough. She posits that a man lives inside this female body; she believes that abstraction is an emotion, and that surrealism is a form of displaced longing for the world. These are not mere statements, but explanations—reasons why her paintings feature organs in the wrong places, dissolving boundaries, and faces that morph into masks and back again.
In 2026, she seeks to take flight. “Flying Out of Myself.” It is not an escape, but an expansion. The cage was built by her own hands, but so was the bird.

Some people are not gifted with words. Instead, they translate everything into color and form, waiting for the right person to pass by and recognize them in an instant. These are Mickey’s paintings. They are not made for the eyes; they are for those whose hearts have also been lost at some point and have never quite found their way back.

Curator: Tan Xiaozheng
May 2026

存在的痕迹

心遗失的时候，没有人知道。Mickey画一个人，黑白，卷发，条纹衫，侧逆光把她从背景里剥离出来。那张脸很安静，像一扇关着的门。但你知道门后面有东西。她说，有的东西静止，有的东西在变，更多的时候她自己都目不暇给。这不是抱怨。这是一种诚实——承认自己无法被单一的样子定义。于是她开始画坠落。身体在下坠，心也在下坠。画面里没有安全网，只有碎片、线条、和一双双无法聚焦的眼睛。2024年到2026年，她把自己往下拉，不是为了到达某个地方，而是为了看清楚一路经过的东西。

小丑出现了。不是表演，是本能。她问：是自己的小丑，还是所有人的小丑。这个问题没有答案，但画布上那双巨型红唇和周围乱码一样的城市符号，已经说完了所有该说的。她说她相信自己身体里住着一个男性。 她说抽象是一种情绪。 她说超现实是一种对世界的错置式的渴望。这些陈述不是宣言，是解释——解释为什么她的画里器官会长在错误的地方，边界会溶解，面孔会变成面具又会变回来。

2026年她想飞出去。Flying out of Myself。不是逃跑，是扩张。笼子是她自己建的，但鸟也是她自己的。有些人不善于说出来。 她们把所有的句子都翻译成颜色和形状， 等一个对的人路过，一眼认出。这就是Mickey的画。它们不是给眼睛看的。 它们是给那些心也曾经遗失过的人看的。

策展人：谭小正

2026.05

丢失的心，有的时候不知道为什么，忘了
把心遗漏在了什么地方。

Lost Heart
Sometimes, I wonder why— I’ve left my heart behind somewhere, without even knowing it.

我的世界有不同的东西，
有的时候静止，
有的时候是动态变化多端的，
更多的时候，
让我自己都目不暇给。

My World
My world holds things of every kind— sometimes still, sometimes shifting, ever-changing, and more often than not, leaves even me overwhelmed, unable to take it all in.

想飞出自己，
逃出自己设定的牢笼。

Longing to Break Free
I want to fly out of myself— out of the cage I’ve built with my own hands.

有的时候，
不知道，
自己的小丑，
还是，
每个人，
都是小丑。

The Fool
Sometimes I wonder— is it only me who’s the fool, or is everyone, just another fool?

有的时候，
我惊讶了自己，
原来自己，
也可以。

Surprised
Sometimes, I’ve amazed even myself— turns out, I could do it too.

我的心长在了很多地方，有那么一个，
长在了我的脸上。

Grown Hearts
My heart has taken root in so many places— and one of them, grew right onto my face.

不断地坠落，
我的身体，
和
我的心灵。

Falling
Constantly falling— my body, and my soul.

其实，我并没有觉得我有什么不同。与其说我是个女性，我更愿意说我是个人。

在我的女性身体里也可能住了一个男性，其实，我认为，性别是流动的。

On Being
Honestly, I don’t think I’m all that different. Rather than calling myself a woman, I’d rather just say—I’m a person.
Inside this female body of mine, there might also live a man. I believe, gender is fluid.

 蓝色的月，蓝色的心情，我张着大嘴，发泄着的我的情绪。

Blue Moon
A blue moon, a blue mood— I open my mouth wide, letting my emotions pour out.

模糊的视野，
我对过去和未来的边界越来越拿捏不准。

Blurred Vision
A blurred sight— the boundary between past and future, more and more, I can no longer tell where it lies.

我的内心的小怪兽，
正在觉醒中。

Awakening
The little monster inside me, is waking up.

超现实也是一种情绪表达。我喜欢看到东西的错置，因为它让我产生了对世界的渴望与兴趣。

Surreal as Sensation
Surrealism is also a way of expressing emotion. I love seeing things displaced— because it sparks in me a longing and curiosity for the world.