Installation Art
Wood, Cotton rope, Iron, Paper
160*121*18
We have been feeling the world in the way of 'being told' For a long time.
The standards of judgment. The quality of time. The Position of truth.
In the objective world, they are just there, without angle, and do not tell us anything.
So "Who am I" living in the world?
We are always self-contradictory.
From Absolute order to Chaotic dreams;
I am both happy and blue;
proud at the same time as humble into the dust.
My Absurdity versus my sense,
My fragility versus my immortality.
The composition of the "self."
Is not a one-way journey,
but the delicate balance
that goes from the two opposite points to the middle.
