As a means to express his confliction with Chinese identity, Yue Minjun masks his subjects with a chariacature of his own viságe, usually caught in the midst of cackling. One cannot help but release a nervous chuckle at the sight of his life size paintings. Minjun's chompers are impressive, but the exageration is transferred through every element of his work. (Doesn't that yellow give you the goodebumps?) En conclusion, Minjun's stuff is as visually disturbing as it is pleasing. Like christmas sweaters.