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In my artistic practice, I embark on an exploration into the realms of the psyche. My working process is a spontaneous play between senses and reason, the known and the unknown of our mind.
Symbolism, metaphor and visual abstraction are utilized as my tools to articulate the often ineffable aspects of human experience. My toolset gradually builds up different structural objects demonstrating numerous mechanisms of our playful minds. So that the whole compilation of my works is one unified demonstration of oneself: a human-being.
Turning myself into a canvas of reflection is not just for me to see but for me to be seen as well. And simultaneously, art is the secured door that connects other people’s hidden worlds to my own.
synchronicity
Embryology is the metaphor for the purest form of existence that appear to be free from any external influence. But by forming up, these fetuses already contain within themselves inherited traits from their ascendant. Their originality has already predicted themselves with a pattern following the circle of life, regardless of their different appearances.
The looping circle of multiple alien fetus forms, constantly be bumped in with the life essence from an extracted embryo, demonstrating my encountering process with the synchronicity of life.
This artwork is the reflection of my own journey searching for mutual sympathy within generations. It is part of my effort to acknowledge that my parents and their parents were also born into this world with a pattern of hardship and trauma.
the trauma
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I dotted these images as a form of doing art therapy: each dot opened up a tiny fragment of my deepest fear, and as days went by I would be thrilled to see a silhouette of a fully formed fetus.
As a metaphoric mother of them, most of the time I cried giving birth to these disabled babies as them being held on my white blank paper, as if the white canvas is part of their mother womb: my empty stomach. I grew them from dot to dot, bore myself and gave birth to myself again and again for months, and finally stop at the 13th drawings. The number is purely a coincidence, I stopped myself first, then realized I had transformed enough to be completely reborn.
object(ion)
Making a ceramic object is a structural building process, and my structures somehow always turn out to have this fragile or disproportionate outlook. But only by touch they feel far more heavy and weighty to just stand alone by themselves.
This reminds me a lot of a child nurturing process or parenthood, as fragile as a human baby can be, the bonds are ponderous from both sides. And as burdensome as one’s family bond can be, “the child is father of the man”.
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“The two symbolic environments be merged into one: the sky and its reflection on water surface. All the subjects be placed onto this background reflect some hidden longings of youth, somewhat remain their forms in a surreal state, float in the middle of somewhere or nowhere at all. As any immature dream, this dream is blue and airy, spacious and desolate, and gradually grow itself into a sanctuary for its dreamer to isolate themselves from the real world: a denial of reality.”
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trauma
study
For the very first time, I stripped myself naked and attacked myself with the lense of a camera. It was an effort to catch a glimpse of one’s distorted self-image. Then with the same weapon, I attacked my closer people, tried to capture myself through my human connection., another attempt to figure out the shape of oneself.
The nature defense mechanism of human is to die consciously, to repress the unwanted events out of life, locked them up in the unconsciousness. So as a young adult, I tried to neutralize my defense by attacking myself, struggled to dig up all the lost, grief, shame, … and collect as many proofs as that self being proven right: oneself is not really alright. Years later, looking back at my own secret document, I see traits of destruction, analyzation, and transformation. The secret has its own body now, one’s image is translucently clear.
