Ripples and Folds

2023

My daily practice is akin to mirroring my introspection from the surface of the lake when I sit beside it and observe the luminous reflection nearby. The sound of floor tiles behind me startles, propelling me to leap up, my hair slicing through the edge of ripples as I plunge into the folds.

Unfolding the tiniest fold, what is revealed will not be flat; one fold after another emerges from the layers of ripples. In this mix of converging and diverging experiences, in this endless folding, stretching, extending, proliferating, and nesting, space becomes a labyrinth of twists and turns, instantaneous and surging, while time stretches into an unending and unnameable continuum. Within the folds are the continuous entanglements and complexities of daily life, constantly evolving and giving rise to new perspectives.

I aspire to be a “fold thief”, a slender shadow navigating the balance between elegance and resilience. I wander through intersecting gaps, traverse enclosed boundaries, nomadic in a labyrinth without a center, and use subtle body language to convey the scenes I encounter.

Imagine a fold that spreads out to about 23 square meters, acting as a structured space to house various folds such as objects and people, and as a metaphor to bring the thoughts and voices of other folds into this maelstrom. Here, materials, tools, shapes, volumes, and colors intertwine, echoing with shouts, jokes, mumbles, sighs, and whimpers.

日常练习，就像坐在湖边朝着近处发光的表面望去，照见了来自湖面的自省。我听到身后地砖在翻转，便纵身跃起，毛发划过涟漪的棱角，跳进了褶子里。

     展开最细小的褶子，得到的不会是平面，层层涟漪泛漾之中，浮现出来的还是褶子。在这个收敛又发散的存在之中，在这个无穷尽的折叠、伸展、延伸、增殖、嵌套之中，空间是被压缩拧绞、瞬息翻涌的迷宫，时间是绵延迂回、不可名状的连续体，褶子里折叠着日常的持续缠绕和复杂难解，孕育着更多面向。

      我想做一个褶子的小偷，纤细的影子保持在优雅和坚韧之间，穿过交错的缝隙，跨越封闭的界线，游牧在没有中心的迷宫，用狡黠的肢体语言描述着所见残骸的形态。

     这是一个铺开约为23平米的褶子，作为建筑物有序地收纳着物件和人物等其他褶子，也作为一个喻体将其他褶子的思绪和声音带入这个漩涡之中。在这里，材料、工具、形状、体积、色彩互相嵌合着，叫喊、玩笑、喃喃、叹息、呜咽回旋颤动着。