2066 2018

In terms of the lower educational attainment of our parents’ generation, childhood trauma of the current generation to exhibit a tendency to be more irreversible. We are ashamed of expressing ourselves, over introspective, and finally, self-destruct after one irrelevant self-talk. All of these negative forms of self-behavior are constantly hidden in the dark.
In this work, I would like to show an in-depth conversation between another me and I by photographing my left hand via the other in the colorful backgrounds. The series of images reveals a helpless solution, which is the self-consistency of people living in the shadow of childhood trauma. Maybe this work can also be referred to as a sight of cyborg.

“Withering Heights” 2018

Memories are always endless, which strikes me when I’m unconscious. “Withering Heights” is such a strike. It originates from several old items I have. Like the sound of wind, these old things recall me of my closest memories.

the eternity,the endless and shadowless hereafter
the neither earth nor hell can break
where life is boundless in its duration

My grandmother, daughter of a Mongolia, has skin like golden sands.
She was engaged in veterinarian for a short while, and served as female workers in ice-cream factory. She once told me stories about the “red beard(Russian)”…
Years, youth, era, we look for our existence in details;
Soak, disappear, invade, we seek for footprints in spots.
Rushing past us like storm, disappearing as breeze, so familiar but so far.
The fading trace and ignored growth trajectory shall reborn in weeds.

“Withering Heights” 2018

Memories are always endless, which strikes me when I’m unconscious. “Withering Heights” is such a strike. It originates from several old items I have. Like the sound of wind, these old things recall me of my closest memories.

the eternity,the endless and shadowless hereafter
the neither earth nor hell can break
where life is boundless in its duration

My grandmother, daughter of a Mongolia, has skin like golden sands.
She was engaged in veterinarian for a short while, and served as female workers in ice-cream factory. She once told me stories about the “red beard(Russian)”…
Years, youth, era, we look for our existence in details;
Soak, disappear, invade, we seek for footprints in spots.
Rushing past us like storm, disappearing as breeze, so familiar but so far.
The fading trace and ignored growth trajectory shall reborn in weeds.

Note: The text above was written by the Artist. No modification was made by COCA.

TONG MU

China

Mu tong, female, graduated from theUAL. Her works convey the expression of interpersonal emotions in the current social context through different media. Her works come with a sense of alienation that cannot be driven off. It is from her inborn emotional quality. Expressed by a sudden decrease of her emotion, she tells a story about a relaxation relationship between the surroundings and herself. Here, where she stands is not a strong cause to determine emotion, but a thermometer of it. The new and old, the bright and dark, the strong and soft… She is intended to present a dual opposition structure onto the frame, and then injects her feelings. According to such inner logic, she removes the regular question that “People must be integrated in society”. Emotion, regardless of the gap between society and environment, will force humanity to return to peace. Considering this fact, emotion and feelings exist as another form of ideology, instead of blocking the creation of ideology.

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