I am interested in language. From the moment we were born, language has been in our life. How has language built a collective understanding of our tradition, which we see as our authenticity? How does the massive and advanced vocabulary that we inherit from our (academic) education, distance us from a fundamental perspective?
I grew up in a secluded village on the outskirts of Shanghai, which has stayed detached from the modern and cosmopolitan city center for decades. I used to have limited surroundings and communicate with our dialect only. The social context we had been through, framed our initial understanding of the world. Thus, I often notice that I have a cultural “jet-lag” since I grew up without the stuff I am dealing with right now. The shackles of the cultural separation often lead me to a ‘cognitive dissonance’, which is like a rabbit caught in the headlight.
My dialect is based on an unsophisticated social context. It was a place where people had no business logic, no drama marriage, no dating apps, less temptation, busy but happy. The simplicity of my culture does not exist in a developed social context. It also gradually fades away in my original area. We lost our way to perceive the world.
Daily experiences are the starting point in my practice. I often prefer to stand in a position of “not understanding”, for example, to take a language as a series of sounds instead of something that needs to be understood or decoded. I want to bring the public beyond the domain of language as a communication tool and into the dynamics and underlay of it.
My thoughts ended up with photos or paintings. But right now, the video installation more closely resembles the “stream of my thoughts”.