Mother and daughter
As a child, Liu was often laughed at by classmates for the mismatched socks that her family's poverty compelled her to wear. She even used to slip out during lunch to "wash her face," using her moments out of the classroom to guzzle water to assuage her hunger. But these hardships hardened her resolve. She made a habit of dropping by a printer's after school to collect scrap paper to practice her drawing, and when her work won prizes, she earned respect she didn't get in other areas of her life. She also had an art teacher who made a point of teaching her oil portraiture.
After graduating from middle school, Liu went to work for an ad agency as an art assistant, then into its cartoon department as a cartoonist. Animation training helped Liu, who had long been an autodidact, strengthen her foundation in the arts. She later went on to design knitting patterns, toys, and purses.
Liu married the son of a factory owner at the age of 24, but, unable to bear her overbearing widowed mother-in-law or her drunken, philandering husband, she divorced him only a year later. As a single mother too financially strapped to provide her daughter with much in the way of entertainment, she emulated her mother, taking her daughter on train rides and whiling away the hours playing games around identifying scenes along the tracks. Sadly, she was to have only nine years with her daughter, who died young of what was likely a brain tumor.
"I first came to understand 'death' when my child passed away," says Liu. It was years before she emerged from the dark valley of depression to paint Playing House Like Mad, a seemingly festive piece memorializing her little girl.
Liu's second marriage brought her to Danshui, a town whose winding alleys, mysterious shops, sea scent, blind minstrel Jinmen Wang and journalist Pan Hsiao-hsia, the "teahouses" and johns, songs and antique stores became rich fodder for her life and work. She established a studio with her mother, who had returned to painting at the age of 50, and, in 1990, held an autobiographical exhibition at Taipei's Caitian Gallery.
The work on display at that exhibition interwove her childhood memories and feelings. For example, at a time when her mother didn't even have enough money to put food on the table, she bought a blue vase that went on to survive unscathed their many moves into new digs. "Even when life's hardships can't be avoided, you can face down Fate by taking pleasure in the moment," she says.
Rose Jazz 1-4, Art Killer, A Woman's Property,A Malignant Tumor on the Back, Baguacao Every time those who poison their bodies with acts of violence injure someone else, a rose sprouts another thorn. In the end, these men reap what they have sown, their bodies entwined in thorny roses from which they cannot escape.