You-Cheng Fan
(范祐晟)
Taiwan
中華亞太水彩藝術協會準會員
台灣國際水彩畫協會會員
國立台灣師範大學美術研究所碩士
2015第20屆大墩美展水彩類第一名暨大墩獎
2016第5屆全國美術展水彩類金牌獎
2016 Young Art Taipei臺北國際當代藝術博覽會/臺北喜來登大飯店
Associate member to the Chinese Asia-Pacific Watercolor Association
Member to the Taiwan International Watercolor Society
M.A. of the Institute of Fine Arts, National Taiwan Normal University
2015The 1st Place &the winner of Da Dun Award in the Watercolor Group of the 20th Da Dun Fine Arts Exhibition
2016 Golden Medal of Watercolor Group in the 5th National Art Exhibition
2016 Young Art Taipei atSheraton Grand Taipei Hotel
昇華 (Ascension)
承載著記憶之載體好似有上限般，隨著時間的流逝，久遠的回憶在腦中重量慢慢模糊，跟著生命的推演，一個個落入布幕後面，漸漸的黯淡、消逝，雖然已不是從前，卻猶如轉化昇華一般，在布幕後變成無法替代的生命之一部分。
The vessel for memory seems to have limit. The old memories fade away from the mind as time goes by. One after another, they fall behind the curtain, dimming out as life marches on. Although what has passed stays in the past, it is transformed and transcended into an essential part of life behind the curtain.
雨霽 (Shine after Rain)
乘著超現實的白，佔領了那雨水堆疊出的過往，又透過黑暗裡的那道窗光，猶如突破陰霾、又見天明，也許在回憶中帶著一點點的憂鬱，不過就算我們深處在黑暗中，還是要幫自己帶入光線，使不同時光的記憶，轉化成更棒的自己。
The light cast through the window in the dark rides on the surreal white and occupies the past accumulated by the rain, as if it breaks the haze and clears the sky. Our memory may be tinted with a little bit of blue. We still have to bring in the light for ourselves even if we are deep in the dark, nevertheless. Let the memories through the years transform us into a better version of ourselves.
薄瑩 (Snow White)
時間移動的軌跡，那樣的無規律又千變萬化，我順著時間的拉力帶我遊走，在全然接受的心裡豁然開朗，不去特別強求任何，那樣的快樂好像白白瑩雪降落在心底，並鋪滿每一個安靜的角落。
The steps of time is such irregular and ever-changing. I roam following the pull of time, and open my heart with full acceptance without any demand. Such bliss is like flakes of snow descend into the bottom of my heart and fill every corner of serenity.
薄憶 (Reminiscence)
過往和嚮往在此刻相遇，回憶裡所有的曾經都充斥在空氣裡，記憶猶如黑墨融入清水排山倒海襲來；未來好似日光撒落在我的窗沿，將一片美景呈現眼前，我躲在黑與白之間的現在，享受我的當下與每分每秒。
The past and the wanting meet here and now. Every passing moment in the memory fills the air, invading like black ink poured into clear water. The future is like the sunshine shed on my windowsill, casting the whole scenery right before my eyes. I, hidden in the present between black and white, indulging myself in the moment and every second.