Something constantly existing in my work is uncertainty, the pursuit of the sense of security, and intensity. Someone used to told me that my art practice is like treading a tightrope. I’m so obsessed with seeing those fragile moments when people are dancing on the cliff, tears welling up in eyes, and bow at full draw.
Some moments of fragility and vulnerability:
I’ve loved watching small flames closely since I was a child. To let the flame of a candle stay stills, I would hold my breath, but sometimes I would also blow it tenderly to make it dance on the edge of going out.
Nothing is still. We are all moving. Still-life? We always have wind. Breath is the tenderest breeze.
Mirror-breathing-moist (sometimes, in movies, people will put a small mirror under one’s nose to check if he’s dead or not.)
The Butterfly Effect——————the Internet world(Is the internet world a combination of the momentary and the forever?)
Wind instruments emphasis the sound of breathing.
Sleeping is a very intense and interesting state for me.
“I would rather look at you when you’re sleeping serenely rather than your cold stare when you’re awake.”
Have you ever walked into a bedroom when there is someone sleeping? It is beautiful and exciting. People who are sleeping are small flames.
When the skin is a bow at full draw.
Things have the similar intensity:
surface of a clear calm lake