In the Spring Breeze | 在春风里

Photo-transfer on vellum, fans, fishing wire, flash light
16"x74"x74"
2024

Many years after soaking in the machine generated spring breeze of reformation, memory and language are weathered into a new form.

This installation is a sorrow but not overly hurtful poem, about a public square for citizens in our country, I mean China. In the tipsy dawns, I always see a ghostly square like this appearing in the chilly mist. On the square, there are subtle murmurs, never ending.
 

改革的春风从机器里吹拂了多年以后，记忆和语言正在变成新的模样。

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这个装置是一首哀而不伤的诗，关于我国，我是说中国，那块属于公民的公共广场。在微醺的清晨，我总是看到这样一方幽灵般的广场从冰凉的薄雾中出现，夹杂着永不停歇的细细私语。