Based between Melbourne, Singapore and New York, Ying Ang is a photographer of social anthropology and contemporary developments. Her interests lie in creating visual content for print, web and installation, exploring a range of formats, styles and creative collaborations. Ying has exhibited internationally in group and solo shows, in addition to working for clients such as The Wall Street Journal in New York, Das Magazin in Zurich and Yo Dona in Madrid on editorial features. She graduated as valedictorian for the 2009-2010 class of Documentary Photography and Photojournalism at The International Centre of Photography and is currently a participant in the Reflexions Masterclass of 2011-2012.
Ying has lived and worked in and around Asia, Australia and North America, having pursued academic training in Communications and post-graduate studies in Political Science. She was awarded the Women in Photojournalism Award by the NPPA in 2009 and has recently exhibited her personal work at FotoGrafia Festival di Roma, Angkor Photo Festival 2010, and most recently at the Head On Festival 2011 in Sydney and the Centre for Contemporary Photography in Melbourne as finalist for the Documentary Photography Award.
Ying Ang is a member of the MJR photo collective, alongside Mustafah Abdulaziz, Matthew Craig, Julius Metoyer, Gareth Phillips and Brandon Thibodeaux, in addition to book producer and project manager at the Renegade Media Laboratory with her sister, Ling Ang, Adrienne Grunwald, Barbara Saric and Talia Herman.
NOTE* Now blogging at Post Halcyon II
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will not change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” – C.S. Lewis
Our language is an imperfect instrument created by ancient and ignorant men. It is an animistic language that invites us to talk about stability and constants, about similarities and normal and kinds, about magical transformations, quick cures, simple problems, and final solutions. Yet the world we try to symbolize with this language is a world of process, change, differences, dimensions, functions, relationships, growths, interactions, developing, learning, coping, complexity. And the mismatch of our ever-changing world and our relatively static language forms is part of our problem.” – Semanticist Wendell Johnson
“Just because you feel it, doesn’t mean it’s there” – Radiohead
“With my linen suit, trophy asian chick and coat made out of elephant tusks I will stroll around your land doing what the hell I bloody well feel like” – James Barney Barnwell
“It’s such a sadness… that you think you’ve seen a film… on your… fucking, telephone. Get real.” – David Lynch observing the iPhone
“All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean… And when we go back to the sea… we are going back from whence we came.” – John Kennedy
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.” – Ayn Rand
“One regret, dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” – Hafiz
“In the dark winter, when the mist descends and the wind howls off the Oresund Sea…” – Copenhagen Lonely Planet Guide
“Soak up the shimmer, drink in the scent, feel the skin… stop in your tracks and let the sweat roll down your trembling backs.” – Doug Rickard on Victor Cobo