Desquamation of Once Where Life is Beautiful, 2016, Bubble Wrap, Gel, Thread, and Lights, dimension varied
We study, work, talk to friends, family, lover, strangers, there are so much information coming in and out everyday. After a long tired day, we will reach home and release all of our stress from the busy life that traps us. This is the place where we shed our skins and emotion, hide them far away into the darkness. We don't want to show this part to the public, however they will always be there glowing in the dark. The debris will slowly creep back and form into a living creature, await for us to come home and shed our skins and emotion again.
Mountainscape of Void, 2016, Books, dimension varied
Political books, sacred writings, educational textbooks, when they are all burned down to ashes, they reach an equal state of neutralization. The color of grey from the ashes symbolizes equality and the idea of void. What is the value of writings when the fragility of paper looses to the consumption of fire? At the end they have turned into wordless vanity. I transform the variety of books by destructing through the ritual act of burning.
Coexistence - Nature, Religion, and Industry, 2016, Bed frame, wood, masking tape, foxtail grass, tin caps, and mechanic system
Growing up in the suburb area of my hometown in Taichung city, I experience the tranquility of a simple life. I used to run around the rice fields and play hide and seek with my childhood buddies. One of my favorite things is to submerge my body into the rows of crops. The feeling of running down the rice field and getting touched by the nature is just indescribable. Whenever we ride our bikes and pass by a small altar, we would stop and bow our heads to show our respect.
As I am becoming older and moving into the city, I realize more and more factories are built around my hometown. Returning back to my hometown every summer has the same view of endless rice fields but now a different sound. The sound of factories.
Oddly, such a serene view covering with the color of golden rice fields is now mixed with mechanical sounds. I feel frustrated every time when I can hear the sound of metal clanging and spinning but I cannot locate the factories. The factories are hidden behind massive chains of rice fields. All of a sudden, instead of me submerging into the crops like what I used to do, is being replaced by the factories. Am I the one playing hide and seek with the machine among the field? Rice field is no longer the same anymore.
Back to the Origin, 2016, Video,16:9 aspect ratio, color, sound, 2:58 minutes
We gain knowledge by consuming words and thoughts from the books we read. Everyday and everywhere, we are constantly surrounded by multiple information expressed in various forms. A book can change one person, yet one person cannot change a book. The act of writing down and the desire to share words are both acts of intellectual artistic expression from one person. By sharing our thoughts, we try to convince and naturalize certain opinions. Sometimes we are so caught up by the knowledge we have collected from all the books we have read, we loose ourselves. In some ways, who are we is a construction of what we read. How do we go back to one’s self? I do it by burning down books to ashes and transform them into my own mark making.
Political books, sacred writings, educational textbooks, when they are all burned down to ashes, they reach an equal state of neutralization. The color of grey from the ashes symbolizes equality and the idea of void. What is the value of writings when the fragility of paper looses to the consumption of fire? At the end they have turned into wordless vanity. I transform the variety of books by destructing through the ritual act of burning. To go back to one self, I grind the ashes, sieve the ashes, and separate the impurities so that I can extract out the purest state of void. All these action are very egoistic, to express my path going back to one self. At the end, I express out my own mark making through my body, not by words, but through a visual language that is from one self. The action of bowing down, lowering one’s body and laying flat on the paper is an act of apologizing to my own soul. Pressing, tearing, hovering over the ashes, I am constantly searching for the truth which is the purest form of going back to one’s self. The truth is not out there, it is in you.
Conversation Between Heavens and Earth, 2017, oil and gold paint on canvas, diameter of 60 inch
Benedict has won the Dr. Winston Oh Travelling Award in Lasalle College of the Arts. The college has sponsored his trip to Lhasa, Tibet for his self proposal in his individual research. The artist is deeply fascinated by not only the culture of the Tibetans, but the obtainment of the incredible power that was inspired from their religion. He has learned Tibetans, mandala, Tibetan music, singing, and various related disciplines in order to create this circular mandala.