The work of Wang Yancheng slips into all life's deep currents. When we contemplate his colossal cosmos, it is difficult for us not to project our own categories of thought into it.

Wang Yancheng readily evokes the image of an old wall that bathes in the light, receives the rain, alters its matter, and metamorphoses. This is a rocky, cave-like world that is both dry and damp, burning and cold, hard and tender, imprinted with runoff, speckled with moss and sporadic patches of grass. It is laden with historical recollections, drawings, impact areas, traces of writing, and holes. It is like a wall that has been dismantled, pillaged, and then rebuilt, a wall dark with humus, reddened by the sun, and immaculate beneath the Moon.

-Patrick Grainville, from Louis Carre & Cie, Wang Yancheng, Paris, France, 2011