Sylvia Ji’s somewhat inconsistent, but none the less alluring, substance is totally redeemed by this latest lot. There is something creepy in these day of the dead figures eyes and something sexual in there perfectly rendered succulent lips. previously the work seems to be confused between a gothic lesbiansim and a hippy autumnal heat, but this range has grasped all the perfections of her style. i freakin love this Latino flair of morbidity.
