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Time in Static



In our life, it is the places which appeal to us that we tend to revisit the most.


There is the coffee shop hidden in residential areas, serving only light food, but having no time limits.  There are the small theaters.  Inside eighty or so seats crammed together with little elbow room causing the occasional outbreak of the War of Bumping Elbows.  There is also my friends’ place, not far from mine, which is often filled with the fresh scent of delicious food and delectable homemade dishes could often be seen on the dining table.  These are the places I call home.  These places are spaces that aren’t spatially connected, but with the emotions entangled and the touches placed, they are connected with the space, the time and the memories of mine, thereby presenting the way I lived.


In my works, I reorganized the timeline of my life.  The scenes and everyday objects in my life inspired me.  I reconstruct the spaces I live in, insert my imagination into the memory gaps, and try to present my feelings with them.  In this way, the peaceful life, and the warming emotions fill the scenes that they belong.


The objects in my pictures become the symbol of my personal emotions. With them placed so intimately and familiarly in the picture, they weave the scenes of home life. I attempt to associate the furniture with the relationship between people, as well as implying the distance between observers and the works. I add serigraphy on the filled color plates to form a kind of pattern. Silkscreen, under the exposure and stencil technique, helps to fade the details of the pictures and shows a concentrated form on the canvas. For me, it’s the progress of simplification.


The emotions risen from places are pieces of reality. By composing the scenes into works, they become forms of spaces in life. In these, the imagination and expectations toward life continue. Sometimes, they become illusions reflecting the memories, and sometimes, they become another space and time we see outside the window frames.