Last month I stumbled upon Xiang Jing’s retrospective at MOCA Taipei. I’m usually not particularly drawn to figurative sculptures but there’s something incredibly powerful in Xiang Jing’s works. She’s fluent in the language of emotions and can bring out the subtlest of expressions. I also love how her women characters are full of insecurity, defiance, and imperfection. They are also sometimes perversely cruel or indifferent. The experience of seeing the work in person is akin to stepping into a story unfolding, or a movie scene suspended in time.