Medium: Ink and Acrylic Medium on Wood Panels
This is a piece that engage the audience to interact and participated with. The inspiration was drawn from the unpredictable motion of electrons. The micro particle and the unapproachable macro space share the same principles and the symbiosis of mystery and visual forms. With magnets attached on each block, the agency to move the blocks on magnetic wall creates unpredictable patterns beyond my control.
This piece is a small-scale installation that houses four different of plants in different stage of decomposition.
Located at Wenatchee River, Plain.
The installation, Displaced, conceived during an artist residency at the Grünewald Guild investigates the incongruousness and insulation of communication. Two poems written distinctively in modern English and in modern Chinese are transformed into Runes and pictographs, and sewed on two scrims. The way that Runes from the early Middle Ages and pictographs from ancient China appear in an American town confounds times and spaces. They are alien and loud. The black-and-white color and the shape of scrim and ring are understated and concise. The translucent fabric interacts with nature (water, light, wind, etc.) around it.
The poems of this installation are not readable, yet the purpose of words is to be read. We cannot understand the words; our forebears cannot understand what the words convey. Words are primarily abstract, and created essentially for communication. However, as literary history moving on, time creates the invisible obstruction between us and the old languages which we had been using constantly. The installation is trying to communicate with this familiar strangeness through time.
"Lights extinguished in matinal dew
The remaining night falls into a smoky horizon
Rambling in the trail
lost in the midst
Every step is into a place never traveled
and the place never traveled forward
Thousands of nights
billions of stars
Collective memory captivates
while time puzzles
The mountain obstructs both sides
Knowing the wind from the north
and the water to the sea
Am I perceiving things around me
Do I belong to the perceiving
I am on a ridge
My non-destination walking
my non-sense speaking
on the other side of mountain
where we had been growing restlessly"