Ai Jing, singer-turned artist. [Photo provided to China Daily]

Ai recalls she often saw workers smile and sing while working in the factory. It seemed like they were always passionate and hopeful toward work and life.

"The rustic machines and the smell of engine oil led me to the past days of my childhood-a collective memory of a generation," says the 49-year-old artist.

She has laid down a miniature patch of grassland-a copy of one that was near to her childhood home-and put some of her work on it, including Girl and Swing, Mother's Fragrance and My Mom and My Hometown.

The last is a sculpture of her mother knitting a sweater on a woolen carpet more than 10 meters in length.

Behind the sculpture is a giant red ball with a 9-meter diameter, about the size of a three-floor building. Visitors walking inside the hollow ball will smell a fragrance similar to pomade, which Ai says is the same as that used by her mother, who passed away three years ago.

"All my creations are inspired from my daily life," says Ai.

In 2015, her mother's sudden passing awakened the artist to think about what she really wanted in the world. Fame? She already earned that in the 1990s when her first album My 1997 had sold more than 200,000 copies within a month of its release in 1993.

In 1999, Ai started learning oil painting from Zhang Xiaogang, a renowned Chinese oil painter, before moving to New York to immerse herself in the cosmopolitan city's contemporary art scene.

"I wanted to make it big in the art world and then come back home, but when my mother left me, I found that all the things I wanted made no sense," says Ai of her motivation to come back to her hometown.

She realized it's the people here who give her strength to move forward and that's why she started to prepare, three years ago, for a solo show to be held for the first time in her home city.

Many of the woolen carpets, either hanging on walls or laid on the floor, were custom-made by her family members and friends, based on her requirements.

They once worked in factories and are now retired, a living metaphor for the city's decline from its peak.

"I experienced the industrial age when I was young. I felt the power. I hope my exhibition can get that power back by reminding people of the old happy days," Ai says.

For an installation in front of the workshop that hosts the exhibition, Ai produced a pair of hands, clasped together and praying for the future. It's made in the color of rusted metal, just like the color of the ageing factories and big chimneys that are scattered around Shenyang.

"We have to free our minds and hands to explore more possibilities in future, as well as remembering the industrial legacy of our city," she adds.