2023
Working with painting, drawing, printmaking(monotype, lithograph, intaglio), and ceramic.
Start working with ceramic.
Focus on founding and constructing the logic of my visual language system, and the relationship between different materials that I'm going to keep working with.
BREATHING, TOUCHING, IMAGING
Oil on Canvas
84 x 156 inches
Choose music.
Epitaph, King Crimson.
Playing, on a loop.
Lying down, on the bed.
Nakedize.
Heat blanket and duvet cover on.
Imagining.
Setting the scene.
Touching, in the reality.
Touching, in the imagining.
Cold finger, with soft texture.
Warm finger, with little rough texture.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Breathing, touching.
Kissing the neck.
Breathing, touching.
Biting the neck.
Breathing, touching.
Gentle touching, back of the head.
Breathing, touching.
Pulling the hair, softly, quietly, with kissing.
Panting, slightly.
Fingers pinching earlobe, rubbing.
Kissing from forehead to chin.
Fingers turning warm.
Going down.
Going down.
Wandering on the upper body.
Flow shifting to the head, and whole body.
Shivering.
Voice panting out.
Pinching the lateral waist, with one hand.
Sliding, sliding up, and down, and up, with another hand.
Pinching, flipping the half of the body.
Swallow spit.
Panting.
Panting.
Teasing.
Laughing quietly, with restraint.
Making a little bit of a clucking sound.
Whimper.
Breathing more rapidly.
Warm from cuddling.
Warm from heat blanket.
Gasping, delightful.
Sobbing, sorrowful.
“Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path.”
Listening the music, silently.
Again and again.
The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.
Calmness.
Cleaning up, alone.
Falling asleep, alone.
Alone.
ANCHOR
Oil on Canvas
84 x 144 inches
Repetition is a feature of tautology.
Tautology is a way to express language.
Language is a tool for communication.
Communication for expression.
The essential thing of the language is expression.
The expression of experience.
The experience of perception.
The perception of surviving.
Surviving in fate.
Not only in reality, but also in imagination, in dream,
in hallucination, in spirit.
The boundaries between different layers and spaces are not clear to me.
I am always lost. I am always adrift.
I need an anchor to limit me.
My perception in my experience is my anchor.
Language is my craft.
My craft in space.
The space of experience, with different layers.
Channel between different layers.
Need a specific anchor to prevent and avoid the craft being adrift.
Anchor is the tool to determine position.
Anchor is a position, also a state.
Anchor is a noun, also an adjective.
Anchor is a metaphorical concept.
Anchor is the essence of expression.
Anchor is the obsession.
Anchor is adrift in different experiences.
Anchor in experience has repeatability.
When the anchor is touched,
we will be drawn back to that experience.
It is an adrift anchor.
Drifting of adrift anchor breaks the boundary, creates the channel, makes the communication happening.
Anchor is anchor.
If it will be an anchor, it will be.
STATEMENT
Lithograph
15 x 11 inches
20 Editions
All things in life are about experiencing, perceiving and expressing.
All perception is depersonalizing and empathizing in the collective unconscious.
All expression is making something that can hold all of the conflicts.
All experience is the trigger of perception and expression.
All things can transform to the anchor.
Then the anchor is adrift.
HOPE
Lithograph
15 x 11.25 inches
Hope is coming.
Hope is falling.
Is that a bad thing,
if I choose to die in a great, fantastic time?
I always think it is the best thing
if I die in the greatest time.
If I have a great time.
Because when I dead, when I’m dying in that time—
The hope,
the beautiful thing,
the warm thing,
are around me.
I’m dying in the hope.
I’m dying in the warm.
I’m dying in the light.
I’m dying in the beauty.
I’m dying in a beautiful future.
Then,
I can keep dreaming after I dead.
I hope.
I wish I could.
But,
correspondingly,
I can’t see the future.
I can’t have experience anymore.
I want to have a future.
In that time.
In that moment.
Cuz,
in that moment,
that time,
those things,
give me a little tiny spark about hope.
It seems everything is going better.
Today is better than yesterday.
Tomorrow will be better than today.
Hope is coming down.
Hope is falling down.
I don’t think I’m fortunate enough to get those.
I don’t think I’m fortunate enough to catch those.
I don’t think I’m worth enough.
But.
But—
I cannot help but to follow it.
Yearning it.
Infinite yearning.
Infinite imagining.
Diving into the imagination.
The imagination of hope.
The hope I never have.
The hope I never thought will belong to me.
My hope.
My imagination.
My future.
My fate.
I have an urge to see what will happen in my future.
I want to experience that.
I want to live.
I still don’t trust there is any meaning of being alive,
of surviving.
But the taste of hope is so sweet.
Make me obsessed.
I want to taste more.
So, I want to survive.
I’m going to survive.
I cannot help but fall into that obsession.
I cannot help but lost in that imagination.
I cannot help but dream those dreams don’t belong to me.
Again and again.
It is my dream.
It is my imagination.
It is my yearning.
It is my obsession.
It is my hope.
I survive in this hope.
Fake hope.
Toxic hope.
Meaningless hope.
Tragic hope.
An absolute tragedy.
A tragedy of epic proportion.
A fabulous tragedy.
My hope.
My tragedy.
My future.
My pass.
My fate.
My present.
WAITING FOR FIRE
Lithograph, Fire Pit, Ash
Special project I made for THE BACKYARD PLAGUE pop-up show.
More info:
Hope comes from fire.
Fire creates ash.
Ash makes ink.
Ink prints on paper.
Paper folds into moth.
Moth fly to fire pit.
Waiting for fire.
RABBIT
Oil on Canvas
36 x 60 inches
****** would not stop Rabbitting!
****** ******** **** * ** ****!!
** *!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !
**** ************ ******** ** * *****
SAILING
Oil on Canvas
36 x 48 inches
What are arrows made of?
Triangle with a line.
What are sails made of?
Triangle with a line.
The stability of the triangle is unable to be established in the triangle of arrows and sails. The direction of the boat moving forward is unknown, it depends on the ocean current.
Without anchor, boat itself is a marker that is always drifting, always moving towards something, but never reaching the end. The boat will be anchored briefly to the shore. But the other shore does not exist.
QUIT
Oil on Canvas
84 x 151 inches
To eat.
To drink.
To follow the wind.
To dive in the ocean.
To fly.
To fall.
To break.
To rebirth.
To renewal.
To pass.
To past.
To present.
To future.
To live.
To die.
To breathe.
To burn.
To bluff.
To betray.
To become.
To beyond.
To behind.
To between.
To bear.
To bet.
To beat.
To begin.
To below.
To belong.
To beg.
To berate.
To benefit.
To bend.
To bare.
To brutal.
To birth.
To beginning.
THE DAY
Oil on Canvas
96 x 60 inches
What does 3/7 mean? What does 3/5 mean?
Can they mean the same thing?
They can mean Wednesday.
How about -3/7?
A number from otherworld.
A day that passed.
A space that disappeared.
A layer that sank.
A channel that was built.
A dimension that was created.
A new space.
HOLED WIND
Ceramic
8.25 x 3.625 x 3 inches
Which sound will be made, when wind crosses a hole?
How does it make sails move?
When it crosses through the hole, where does the rest of it go?
The wind that does not functioning.
The wind that without interacting.
The wind that without connecting.
The wind that crosses the boundary.
Can I hold it?
How to anchor the wind?
How to define the wind?
How to bound the wind?
How to bond the wind?
Where they go?
Those holed, broken, cracked wind.
Where should they go?
How they howling,
in this journey?
Does the blowing,
has a home?
Without function.
Without interaction.
Without connection.
Without boundary.