A unsettled feeling
A floating vista
A wanderer’s eyes,
A temporal window
A exiled voice
A way of being.
This is how to get to know me and my work.
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Go paint a white wall white again,
Do nothing.
Feel the weight of ...
Touch me.
Be vulnerable to me.
Open me heavily
The sunlight pass through me lightly.
Cover the whole room
Folding the space.
Install a line between two buildings.
Do something until we meet,
until it has been consumed.
I want you to trepass me,
to break rules,
to be as fragile as me.
I want you to look inside
come to me, as you are as you were.
I live in multiple temporal spaces, I have a specific sentimentality towards spaces. (cities, landscapes, plazas, hotels, etc.)
In everyday life, in constant loss, in constant fragmented aphasia, in flux, my practice involves the act of exile and wandering. Moving through, floating through, fleeting through and returning back. Because everything is not rigid in my eyes, I feel that my works plays with idea of instability and resilience. And they are being articulate in a poetic way that explore the eradication and reimagining of my past roots and being.
As I wander within my body, outside of myself, landscape that seem to have met before tangled together to form rivers and paths. Things continuously returning back, recalling my most original impressions (childhood). Searching and finding the traces that imprinted in my body, (in this dark land.)
In the days of leaving (my hometown), the shadows I left before always pulled me and lingered in my vision. They grow more and more, pervading like bubbles, wrapping me in a bubble for dozing. These shadows create eternally unchanging dreams, polishing the stone in my mind day by day. Every day, new physiognomies, new landscapes, and new cultures rushing over my vision constantly beat on me; gradually, their forms concealed in the earliest days emerge. Things that return to me at particular times.
In everyday life, in constant loss, in constant fragmented aphasia, in flux, my practice involves the act of exile and wandering. Moving through, floating through, fleeting through and returning back. Because everything is not rigid in my eyes, I feel that my works plays with idea of instability and resilience. And they are being articulate in a poetic way that explore the eradication and reimagining of my past roots and being.
As I wander within my body, outside of myself, landscape that seem to have met before tangled together to form rivers and paths. Things continuously returning back, recalling my most original impressions (childhood). Searching and finding the traces that imprinted in my body, (in this dark land.)
In the days of leaving (my hometown), the shadows I left before always pulled me and lingered in my vision. They grow more and more, pervading like bubbles, wrapping me in a bubble for dozing. These shadows create eternally unchanging dreams, polishing the stone in my mind day by day. Every day, new physiognomies, new landscapes, and new cultures rushing over my vision constantly beat on me; gradually, their forms concealed in the earliest days emerge. Things that return to me at particular times.