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Not Her

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"It's not even about passion. A word that Ong Keng Sen always uses is 'longing'. It's different from desire, different from pining, different from waiting. It's just, longing. Not everyone will understand that but all artists have that. Young people these days have their 'passion', but it's longing that will see you through." -Karen Tan

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不在他方

不断的追寻，不停的探索，不属他方。

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我不觉得人生的终点是死亡。 也不觉得死亡是人生的终点 。 结束开始，但愿我们（灵魂自由), 有缘再见。 -----... #deathless

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失败也是一种练习

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”在这个太正常的世界 请继续保持神经病的体质 有最强的免疫力 抵抗别人对你的制约 和自己对自己的否定” Hmm. 虽然你很笨重但没关系我会继续努力的。。💪

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初/Sometimes you never know where it could take you

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S p a c e// 动静/. 木漏れ日

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凭空 造境 放手 光明

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我想試圖每天重复练习着喚醒被遺落於歲月中純美的初心，就像大海爱着浪花，不眠不休，一直重复练习着。希望在習慣以理所當然的眼光看待世界的我们能把看不見的東西，给重新看見。 #我童心未泯 ＃失败也是一种练习

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有人在吗？我反复想了很久之前的“心影儿”,终于想起以前曾有过的念头，有的，这个社会这个年代真的好多好多的害怕 ，害怕有时……让我们好渺小好渺小，从好厉害好厉害，力大无穷，都可以变成无形中的“心甘情愿”的被心影给邦住了。 而最可怕的是我们害怕的是善意也是善良，是赞美，也是好意，总之就是值得夸奖的“好”。 你呢？你说不是吗？

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Is it the power of the mind? Can it resist culture, conditioning and social construct? Is it fear? Is fear real? What about insecurities? Are memories that destructive that they could mar one's mind for ever? For life?

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The gaps/silences in between words exchanged

Singapore-based curator Louis Ho on silence,...

“Between Conversations” takes “the interstitial implications within the space/s of conversation” as its starting point. Can you explain what this means?

The most common understanding of a conversation is a dialogue between two or more interlocutors, but all too often what goes unsaid and unheard lingers as an absent presence, a spectre haunting the gaps between the articulated. That’s a fancy way of saying that what a conversation omits – structurally, programmatically – is no less significant than what it pronounces. The silences, the interstices between utterances if you will, are more often than not fraught with meaning.

Also, conversations are platforms not just for communication, but exercises in the operation and imbalance of power: who gets to speak and to whom, who gets to say what, when, where. These things happen meta-conversationally: between words, between dialogues.

How did you convey an abstract, ephemeral concept like ‘spaces in between’ curatorially?

One can’t. Exhibitions are relational in that respect: you set up a space, an occasion for an exchange to happen. You present works in a certain manner and within certain frameworks, and the viewer derives from those juxtapositions and contexts what s/he will. Or not.

Is communication possible between artists and artist/observer, or do you adhere to Derridian theory that true meaning is interminably deferred?

Nothing quite so serious as Derrida! I don’t know that meaning is always deferred. Structurally, language may occlude absolutes perhaps, but at the level of the everyday – which includes art viewing – we negotiate the process of constructing meaning, of assigning significance, from moment to moment, however, one-sided those acts may be.

“conversation is collaborative..”

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‘…….That is why the sadness passes: the new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our heart, has gone into its innermost chamber and is no longer even there, - is already in our bloodstream. And we don’t know what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing happened, and yet we have changed, as a house that a guest has entered changes. We can’t say who has come, perhaps we will never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters us in this way in order to be transformed in us, long before it happens. And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the seemingly uneventful and motionless moment when our future steps into us is so much closer to life than that other loud and accidental point of time when it happens to us as if from outside. The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.”

- Rilke

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But when you put the music forth, when you put the art forth, the performance piece, whatever, the heart of what you do speaks for itself.

Jeff Buckley (via moodswingwhiskey)