Download PDF 2015
Digital Print on Neobond® Synthetic Fibre Papers
A Series of 20 books of different number pages in A5 format in light-tight photo paper bags
Wooden shelf, 88 cm x 50 cm x 32 cm
Afternoon I
Flipping through the book.
Afternoon II
Flipping through the book.
Exhibited in
《after/image》Pure Art Foundation, Hong Kong, 2015
Photos taken by Ko Sin Tung
2014 Photo-Text
Lambda Print on aluminium Dibond in frame
155.5 cm x 38 cm x 3.6 cm (Two in a set)
In April 2014, I managed to get a part-time job. I was excited but nervous. It was to work as a performer in Museum Ludwig. I had to dress formal and look decent. So I bought a suit. On the opening day, the artist guided three of us, the ‘name announcers’, by himself. We had to stand at an exact position at the exhibition entrance. We had to ask every visitor for their names and then announce them really loudly into the exhibition space. The job was in shift-based. Each shift lasted for 4 hours. I worked 4 shifts a week.
At the beginning, it was not easy, especially when I wore a watch. I thought 30 minutes passed, but when I look at my 40-year-old mechanical watch, the minute hand just turned by 30 degrees. In order to kill boredom, I counted how many spotlights are there on the ceiling; how large the space is by counting the number of tiles. I tried different strategies of taking breaks, every 5 minutes for 30 minutes or every 10 minutes per hour, to make things feel faster. I watched the daylight change on the wall. I imagine how the weather changed outside, and how the tourists took photos of Dom.
Another colleague asked me another day, ‘How do you feel standing 4 hours straight?” ‘I don’t feel anything anymore. I just look at the white wall’, I smiled.
Exhibited in
《Alle berichten darüber: Dokumentarische Fotografie》
CASE – Project room of Photography, Academy of Media Arts Cologne, 2014
藝術館工作報告
2014- 照片-文字 鋁塑複合板上能達打印
155.5 厘米 x 38 厘米 x 3.6 厘米 (一組兩件)
Observation Society, Guangzhou
20 Oct 2012– 1 Dec 2012
I observed that green colour carefully – how should I describe it? That green was as mysterious as the heart of a gentle and calm devil, if one can know his heart?
I don’t mean to talk like this, as if without coherence, but there are always all these fascinating little tricks that seem to distract me from the necessary details.
How did those two frightened seals arouse my interest? Oh, I forgot to tell you, it was a Tuesday Afternoon and I was drinking warm beer. Later, I saw two animals in weird costumes outside the window and the sky was full of thick clouds – I must have seen them somewhere else.
I don’t know… I have this feeling of always hanging on, always wanting to know what will happen next.
I can only count on luck, waiting for the muse to come and nourish my curiosity. I sometimes bump into her, when she is washing dishes in kitchen; sometimes I find her behind her behind the door of the fridge looking for something. She always seems to be busy with whatever trivial thing comes her way.
What do you stare at, when you daydream? I usually stare at myself, always with the feeling that I’m also being stared at by someone else.
All these stories have passed and yet still they recur everyday, seemingly without end. I can no longer distinguish between the memories and the premonitions; it’s like I am watching several wonderful sitcoms unfolding at the same time.