Vein
2025.12.02 - 2025.12.07
Artist: Long Xinyu
Curator: Wang Haoyang
Cub_ism_ Artspace is glad to anncounc our return to 2025 Untitled Art Miami Beach, presenting the artist Xinyu LONG's second solo project "Vein", bringing together over ten paintings and sculptural works, constructing a vision where nature phusis and human artifice nomos coexist. The fair is from 2 to 7 Decembe 2025.
The first light of dawn breaks over the eastern horizon, and the earth welcomes a new beginning. The ridges and riverbeds rise like veins winding across the land— these patterns are not only the vitality of nature but also the pulse of humanity. We once danced around fire, gazed in awe at the sun and moon, and sought refuge from unpredictable storms and disasters. These instincts of the flesh have never been erased by modern society.
In the beginning, the goddess Eurynome emerged naked from chaos, yet found no solid ground to stand on. So she parted the sea and the sky, dancing alone upon the waves. Her name means “the far-wanderer”—a primordial creator moving through every form of habitat, gestating all beings out of chaos as a form of beginning. In the artist’s renderings, the goddess often appears with flowing, ethereal hair and a posture that levitates in emptiness, rendered in translucent white brushwork.
The artist’s works belong to the ēthea—the dwelling places of all beings. Through her precise capture of human gestures, weather shifts, and geological transformations, everything appears transient yet vividly present. In Volcano Echo, an erupting volcano and a figure on the left crying out release a kind of primal language, echoing one another. In Leopardess, a predator tenses to strike—two pairs of glowing green eyes and a bristling body capture this moment of tension. Across the wooden panel, the goddess and the leopard’s silhouette intersect, symbolizing the maternal guardian of life that bridges the divine and the natural world. Here, the wisdom and strength born of this land unfold.
The goddess’s pale skin, the soft fur of a beast’s paw, the shifting spots on an animal’s coat, the veins of a grassy ridge—all are veins of life under the artist’s brush. These images are not perfectly rendered, yet they carry a raw, wild beauty. Thus, all things evolve, finding their place from blind chaos, eventually entering an eternal order. Whether in nature or humanity, life perpetually renews itself. The maternal body may scatter in the end, yet it endures as a kind of spirit—a vein that must be carried on.
