text by Chen Hui-Chiao
“Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.”
"Perhaps the mission of those who love mankind is to make people laugh at the truth, to make truth laugh, because the only truth lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth."
--Umberto Eco/ The Name of the Rose 1980
A rose, a needle, a ping pong ball, a piece of cotton... these objects and materials are nothing more than ideas with different names to me - they are all just a vague and ambiguous language art, tumbling in the realm of gods. These are the words within the words we speak...
From white to red, blue to black, dream to insomnia, hope to action; I cannot decipher between minimalism and expressionism, nor the line between abstraction and hypothesis. The word “Art,” along with its flowing imaginations and symbols, is like a sun in my hungry quest for intelligence and visual phenomena. Now, it is able to be shattered into minuscule particles, and reflected into a deeper, emptier space.
(Statement for the Two-Person Exhibition at Sakshi Gallery, Taipei 2010.11.03)
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