清影

Before this work’s start, I found my nephew was suffering from severe somnambulism. He always got up and keeping walking the house here and there, and during that time he was totally overwhelming in night dreams that no one can awake him or get idea of what the dream was. That’s why I mixed my imagination into his dream by letting him act as being in the dreams to make a virtualsleepwalk.

There is no swan,nor is there any lake appears in the work “Swan Lake”,only ducks from the produce market, a single among which moves ceaselessly between thick vapours,stumbling across other ducks either already dead or on the verge of being so.Just like the other members of its species,this duck too faces the unavoidable fate of becoming a dish for the dinner table.Prior to this however,it floats upon warm waters,thinking perhaps about rather more than it might seem.

This work was created in my hometown, and all actors were local farmers. We can found boars for breeding wandered in the wild in my hometown. After its job done, the master would drive it home and the sun was nearly down. This impressed me deeply, and I tried to understand and imagine the world of the boar in this work: what it would meet? A man who was running around wildly without purpose and aupset man who was nowhere to go composed a image in this boar’s eye and one part of my memory and imagination.

In a isolated spring water, a cock on a branch was looking around, a dog hopping around in the water. They seemed unfamiliar and uncomfortable in this situation and didn’t care about what the other was doing, and we have no idea about this secret.

This is a kind of desk that I used in my elementary school and still in use. This is also about the memory of a generation envenseveral. This is thedesk taken from my elementary school, hot gases will be out from it time to time.