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Contemplation of 49 people
A few years ago, I happened to collect paper boxes containing hundreds of films for identification photos. These negative images which were doomed to dispose due to the photoshop's shut down told me like ghosts, being blocked in the thin and transparent film because of witch's occult, for tens of years in stoppage.
I gazed the films with put the box on the desk for several days, then I had mind to work the films.
First, I pick up 100 films in random and ordered to have them developed the size centu-ple at a photoshop. After a couple of days pasted, when these unimaginary negative films I couldn't dare to imagine were revealed to me, the feeling toward them were too calm and alive so that they brought me to the space of fresh poetic inspiration. So much different images from the younger to the youth, the young, the older and the oldest and their seeming gaze toward me unlikely looked at me. They were just stopped into the lens at the moment of their pose to be took pictures.
The direction of my working is to try putting them on the gap between the past and the present when they were real.
The gap between existence and absence, life and death, past and present time and the crack of stuffed past between the places where they lived and color-faded pictures.
1)Make their eyes closed not to allow to be slipped away the light of their souls, over-coloring on the photos
2)Represent the gap between life and death, inspiring warmth on their lips with red color.
3)Let the butterflies fly around their bodies as intermediators or messengertos. These negative images which were doomed to dispose due to the photoshop's shut down told me like ghosts, being blocked in the thin and transparent film because of witch's occult, for tens of years in stoppage.
I gazed the films with put the box on the desk for several days, then I had mind to work the films.
First, I pick up 100 films in random and ordered to have them developed the size centu-ple at a photoshop. After a couple of days pasted, when these unimaginary negative films I couldn't dare to imagine were revealed to me, the feeling toward them were too calm and alive so that they brought me to the space of fresh poetic inspiration. So much different images from the younger to the youth, the young, the older and the oldest and their seeming gaze toward me unlikely looked at me. They were just stopped into the lens at the moment of their pose to be took pictures.
The direction of my working is to try putting them on the gap between the past and the present when they were real.
The gap between existence and absence, life and death, past and present time and the crack of stuffed past between the places where they lived and color-faded pictures.
1)Make their eyes closed not to allow to be slipped away the light of their souls, over-coloring on the photos
2)Represent the gap between life and death, inspiring warmth on their lips with red color.
3)Let the butterflies fly around their bodies as intermediators or messengertos. These negative images which were doomed to dispose due to the photoshop's shut down told me like ghosts, being blocked in the thin and transparent film because of witch's occult, for tens of years in stoppage.
I gazed the films with put the box on the desk for several days, then I had mind to work the films.
First, I pick up 100 films in random and ordered to have them developed the size centu-ple at a photoshop. After a couple of days pasted, when these unimaginary negative films I couldn't dare to imagine were revealed to me, the feeling toward them were too calm and alive so that they brought me to the space of fresh poetic inspiration. So much different images from the younger to the youth, the young, the older and the oldest and their seeming gaze toward me unlikely looked at me. They were just stopped into the lens at the moment of their pose to be took pictures.
The direction of my working is to try putting them on the gap between the past and the present when they were real.
The gap between existence and absence, life and death, past and present time and the crack of stuffed past between the places where they lived and color-faded pictures.
1)Make their eyes closed not to allow to be slipped away the light of their souls, over-coloring on the photos
2)Represent the gap between life and death, inspiring warmth on their lips with red color.
3)Let the butterflies fly around their bodies as intermediators or messengers, or let them land on the persons bodies.
4)Let them sink into the transparent and thick solid matter which is symbolized of fade and stopped time.
5)My reconstruction of 'The meditation of 49 persons' were ended up with shutting-in their stuffed time into the thin and solid iron-made cubicle.
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