Born in Hong Kong in the 20th Century, Wai Ming Lung is a vagabond artist. He was born in Asia, grew up in France and lives in Paris.

In the telescoping of techniques, he explores - photography, drawing, painting, sculpture – there is a poetry of the city, of concrete. A fictional art that links language and form, observation and fiction.

Techniques overlap, but Wai Ming Lung paints without pentimento. Calligraphy lurks. Black colours say there is no white. His multiple lives have given exigency and substance to his art.

His territory is designed between the sheets, before dawn. He delights in telling stories that conjure up the acceptance of banality, as an attempt to escape alienation, and give meaning to our Sisyphean condition.