text by Chen Hui-Chiao
Every one of us has a special place we go to in our mind, a place where we give free rein to our powers of imagination. Everyone has his or her own secret garden, a way-station of the heart and mind, a spiritual space where we can leave behind custom, indoctrination and religion and just be ourselves. Whether in the tranquil center of out palm or this amazing vast cosmic spectrum, all bright and shiny things are watching.
In terms of essence, every soul made concrete is destined to suffer and experience pleasure alone. Senses, feelings, powers of observation, fantasies and dreams, are all private and can only be conveyed to others through symbols and indirectly. "Existence" to Tsong Pu appears to take place at night, pairs of eyes always looking - staring into the distance at an indistinct external dizziness and internal vastness. Perhaps life is circular; so that when dreams and reality are inversely substituted in a state of intoxication and float away, when reality melts or swallows up the world of feelings, an unspeakable burning desire is aroused. This is a spiritual condition, a non material cognitive ability used to understand non material things.
Generally, so called "reality" is restricted by the nature of latent energy. Both are changeable, neither is "possessed by oneself" but "by others." Everything that can change is made up of a combination of reality and latent energy. In this sense, "change" refers to the possibility of losing something one originally had, or finding something one never had or previously remained undiscovered. For Tsong Pu space takes a step backwards, whereas the timely unfolding of a situation - understanding, appearance, sinking into, discussion, searching and calling, once again transforms into a series of beds. In the artist's current solo exhibition, he breaks out of the world of his own imagination, producing works that appear well honed and plentiful in a micro-space.
In "The Poetics of Space" Gaston Bachelard suggests that as far as people are concerned life begins in satisfied repose and that only an egg in a nest is able to properly gestate. In this work he also says: "Humanity has always been silent, it is images that speak. Pushed onwards by instinct we build our world in much the same way as swallows - a large nest serving as our heaven and earth, the coming together of life and death and two distinct types of time; one that we can control, one that is currently absent." Human nests and the human world will never be complete. Imagining images helps us to continue onwards. Only imagination is sufficient to open up a soul as it is always richer than life itself.
At this point, the image of the nest is transformed into the beds built by Tsong Pu, also never to be completed. The artist's beds are sturdy and fixed in a repetitive manner.. In the small nest-like space of IT Park, the beds appear as a vast primitive space or desert. Moreover, for the artist the image of the bed is doubtless passing through a space within a space, one that is neither inner nor outer space. The pillow fixed upon the pillar seems just like constellations suspended in the sky; little pieces of heaven that could crash to earth at any moment. Standards of measurement search for their own parameters, shoes, a compass, blue light tracks and the artist's unique square-stamp paintings - in the spectacular snore; emit a distinctive Pisces flavor - The world is my imagination. (2005/5/19) |
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