I could hear my heart beating.
I could hear everyone's heart.
I could hear the human noise we sat there making.
Not one of us moving,not even when the room went dark.”
This installation named ‘A Falling Ceiling’ is also about urban space, made in 2017. In this work, I put my research perspective on exploring the psychological walls between the stratified space constructed by modern city and the people living in it.
I made a semi-open immersive area through the combination of image, laser and video, in which two different visual dimensions of ‘light’ were presented. The cut giant photograph was suspended in the middle, like a divided monument, and a horizontal laser beam appeared like an intruder in this field. Anyone who entered the area of this work inevitably came into contact with this laser beam. The line of light reveals the wall—the psychological wall between people and urban space in modern cities.
The hanging photo shows a stage spotlight with hinges suspended in a blue-black uncertain space. See the photo below.
The photo hanging in the installation，Digital photography，2012
I hung the photo obliquely so that the horizon inside (It is slanted in the photo) could be parallel to the actual horizon. Then a horizontal laser was set up in the exhibition space, which just passed through the horizontal cut gap in the photo：It seemed that this ray of light cut through this photo and at the same time cut all the objects in the space, including the viewers who walked into this area.
The projector behind the photo showed a documentary of the performance when the first version of this work was exhibited in 2012. The viewer could not see the video from the front, but could hear the background sound of the glass knocking in the documentary, a crisp sound that struck in the rhythm of ‘heartbeat’.
At the exhibition site, I ‘read’ a sentence from Raymond Carver's novel through performance in a silent way:
'I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making. Not one of us moving,not even when the room went dark. '