Original production material:
a) A short digest from a Chinese journal.
b) Material for making a certain amount of cartons in certain size.
Media for producing:
An IBM-PC, A laser phototypesetter, offset press, and a set of standard carton-making apparatus.
Producing steps:
a) Input the digest to computer via Chinese WS system ( Double byte )
b) Dislocate each line of double byte in the paragraph by single byte.
At this time,the normal logical, meaningful words are re-arranged under an error logic.On the screen ,various symbols,including those scarcely used Chinese words,mathematical symbols,marks,Creek letters,etc,are displayed,scrambled to form new paragraphs with previous structure.
c) Cut out 6 paragraphs from the digest to the size needed and duplicate them separately on the 6 faces of a red cube.
Size & Quantity
4000 cartons of 9.9cm3 each.
Installation Method:
According to crystallography, attach the cartons to each other to form groups of different sizes & shapes. Stick the groups irregularly to any face available (ceiling, vertical wall, earth surface or faces of any other things.) and make (in visual sense) a kind of trend endlessly proliferating, expanding and spreading.
At the very moment when I attempted to explain my work, it suddenly came to me that it just entangles with those things which need no explanation.In other words, the answer lies in the entanglement itself. Nevertheless, the preconception before this intense inner activity threw me once again, into another bewilderment.
I start to realize with surprise that my work is just the circumstance around me, the drifting substance, which has been so close in on me that it penetrates into my baby.It is the only thing,in this silent,and transparent universe,that has been reproducing,expanding and spreading continuously. Now, my body is increasingly corroded by the substance,for it is so empty inside, just like the huge empty hole in the outer space, I imagine it might come that one day I will be filled up with the Substance,and that little by little, I will not be able to move anymore.Then I will be completely buried, until finally, my body be transformed and merged into this substance.
Fortunately, I'm still aware of my existence. That is to say, I know I'm standing here or there, entering such specific place as the toilet.This shows that my mind is still working, and the nerves of my brain can extend to a certain celestial body several billion light-years away.This vigour stimulated by the specific experiences still enable me with a struggle.
The struggle is also an indication of the existence of all our community, a living witness of the continuous flow of human history.Our struggle stars with creating instinctly a state,which then goes on reproducing and spreading of itself.We encounter those fantastic beings including ourselves at all times.For a long time, we have been looking forward to a sound,which comes from the cavity of our body or radiates from dark place of the universe.We are craving for a slight trace that can lead us to our souls.
This is a little planet,from which disorder and art spill at the same instant. Meanwhile, we stick out our heads from the ruins of hi-tech,from the whirlpools of the ancient Oriental culture,from the Red political fanaticism ----- the sensitive, crystal eyeballs,wriggling holes, mysterious combination of cells and flowing sticky matter.Our motives are entangled with vulgar,popular all-sided information.We are polluted in proving innocence and dismembered in reconstructing the order.We produce products and in turn are overwhelmed by them.All the machines become the symbols related to our thoughts and desires.We always choose the sensitive exit of our thoughts to spurt.Our impulse is always connected with aimless travel that starts just from death ---- but, what direction are we going?It can't be defined which is the center of the movement of interstellar substance.Therefore,if we are situated at the edge,we are launched to the center, and if we are situated in the center,we are launched to the edge.
It's always dreamlike empty, because we are being ignored by the space, the vast stocks of stars and the desolate distance between atoms.We are seeking the last chance of surviving in the core of cell and charging forward with all might in our thought.Now,my work may either be a light of spot or just a blind spot.Is it also a specimen of some creatures?Is it also a living organ as the brains?For time-being, we just take it as the signal in navigation.
This experience might have been there for thousands of years.Today when we still hear the remaining sound of the initial explosion of the universe,we date with our lovers,embrace the rotten,vulgar city,and play the same game with computer .Today when we are creating civilization,duplicating words and data which symbolize civilization,the ramification of civilization is also flowing out from paradise.They adhere onto expanding wall surface, parasitize in sealed container or spread in desolate space.They were marked with tags and worked out into procedure constantly, they are ---- discarded machine spare parts,leakage of laboratory,nuclear proliferation, computer virus,printed matter that were piled up like a mountain,cancer cell,AIDS or all kinds of commodity including organs of human body…I wander amid, and am shocked all of a sudden:Why this disordered light of spot that marks contemporary civilization seems to be the trace of primeval life?Is it that time goes back or is it that my mind stop working.And then, at this very moment, what's the meaning of my moving amid?Is it that I'm proving the existence of objects?Or,is it just the opposite?Or may be it is that time transforms all the existence.
In the limitless development of event, my works might have answered these questions. With this event, it proves the entanglement between objects and me ---- Because it is this same universe,and its movement that is relevant to us.In an another word,it is a media,a frame of reference that shows existence of us. Or it is the content, the existence of ourselves!
Jan.28,1992