Remnants of previous artwork, digital printings on photopaper, acrylic panel, plastic bowls, garbage bags, plywood, wooden battens, F-clamps and mixed media
Personal projections are compounded by the entrusted social meaning and the basic characteristics of material existence.
Amid current delusion and numbness, information, memory, and history show that they can be meaningless.
The structure and framework present outlines of various contents that have been emptied.
It’s like a luxurious mansion that has been vacated.
Or do we just hide these familiar things with other things? Or do we not want to see them again?
Disused furniture is more sculptural than any object carved from stone or wood.
Their sudden stillness can suffocate omens, freeze the air, and at the same time reveal the face of utter death.
Will distant latecomers meet and explore them with familiar or lively eyes?
The day is probably not far off.
Either they then exist only in ruins.
Or change with the decades.
All have no choice but to adapt.
While waiting for the future, there are still many in desolation.
Don’t let the glamorous party end, and don’t let the silence thereafter loom large.