I have always been interested in paying attention to and questioning the real appearance of the world in which we live in. No matter how I observe, analyze and ponder, I always feel that I can’t accurately grasp it or see through it. Or, maybe no one else can do.
Parts of this work under exhibited
Rolling Snowball 12|Víkurland 6, Djúpivogur, Iceland| 2019
This work in exhibition is called All That Is Solid Melts Into Air, which is quoted from Manifesto of the Communist Party. As the starting point of this work, this statement implicitly points to the direction I am exploring, or I can say, it leads the creation to the category of poetic imagery. As for the visual presentation of the work, what I try to approach is a kind of universal feeling: a poetic field that everyone can reach. Exploring the poetic “paradigm”, the source and evolutionary logic of the “poetry”, is to explore how it is interpreted and emerged. This process and its results will help me unveilone layer of the shelters of the real appearance of the world.
The Mountains from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ photography | 2019
Through the modification and combination of images and texts, I try to make a kind of multi-level experience to represent our world and create a kind of mysterious illusion and depth in it. Seen that our perception of reality is multi-level, I tried to superimpose one layer of experience on top of another. The multiple superpositions make the familiar experience begin to be unfamiliar. Thus when the experience becomes untrustworthy, suspicion then emerges.
The Towers from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ digital photography | 2019
Therefore, there is nothing particularly strange when viewers appreciatethe scene in this work, everything is almost correct. I just removed a little something or added a little other thing, and then，things all became different.
They must be about the depiction of the visible world, but different from everything that we have seen.” ——David Hockney
The North from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ installation | 2019
I create a small space where the magnetic field in and around is chaotic. The pointers of the compasses placed around vibratedisorderly and irregularly. It implies that some seemingly uncertain crises seem to be happening and also refer to the vertigo that human beings may have when they are in the modern urban jungles.
The Falling Flame from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ digital photography | 2019
This digital photo shows the creepers grows wildly but shortly in the corner of urban space. I toned the picture and removed the context of the environment, making the composition look like a stage or a window.
Two Rainbows from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ Photography | 2019
This photo is named Two Rainbows which a louveris presented. The blocked sun creates two rainbow halos on the image through the slats of the louver. They are phantoms that can only be captured through the medium of a camera and can only be visually represented in our view through the medium of photo. If the viewers gaze at the photo, they will feel that the lines and halos in it are moving and flashing. A kind of visual illusion will emerge.
“Yes, this is a dizzying image.”
The Urban Cave from All That Is Solid Melts Into Air \ digital photography | 2019
I often feel uncertain and anxious about the city I live in, the state of existence, and the future. This kind of anxiety is a latentdark tone. Every time when my life is on a good way, it will like a ghost suddenly drifted through my body. Just like a breath of cold air opened the window slit and blew into a carnival room, giving me the shivers. So, I try to capture the tail of this ghost and reproduce the “world” filtered by my anxiety in a visual and perceptible way.
One page of notes| 2019
“The overflowing city
Surrounded by hidden epitaphs,
Whenever I face it, I am always eager to say something.
‘Hurry up, say something, anything,
to turn the intangible feelings into something real ! ’
However, whenever I try to catch them, they begin flee in my body. The connection between them and the line of communication are a mess. I try my every best to catch one of them... but it ends up stuck in my throat.
I feel suffocated.
Then, once again, I have no choice but to keep silent.
Gradually, I feel that all the feelings in my body are scattered in all directions, I regain the feelings of tranquility and empty.”