Single channel video projection, wax from a white candle, an ashtray, cigarette butts, ash, cigarette packs, DNA and mixed media
Dimension variable
Recently, everything is about the past.
What was once the heaviest has become light; what once stung the most has settled into blandness. Has the heart grown stronger, or has it simply been hollowed out?
I feel a certain beauty has drifted away, while this era and its people remain stuck in a prolonged transition — or perhaps a deadlock.
A streak of red above the head, a handful of white in the palm. The blade hangs vertically between head and foot, yet the body still craves pain to affirm the truth of its existence — while fearing that the warmth will slip away from the palm in the blink of an eye.
I am not afraid, but I do not know.
最近，是有關過去的。
曾經最沉重的變得輕盈；最刺痛的已沉澱出乏味。是心堅壯了，抑或掏空了？
我感到有種美好遠去，而時代與眾人滯留於一個過渡期，或一個死局。
頭上一抹紅，手握一把白，刀刃縱在頭足間，肉體卻依樣渴求傷痛以確認存在的真實，又猶恐溫度在 掌心轉眼便退。
我不害怕，但我不知道。
