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Exhibition
2024
Silkscreen, takeout boxes, digital prints
... But we are in Arts school, unique may be the most common things in Arts school. I called it as “inflation of uniqueness”.
2024
24 x 24” (with frame)
17 x 17” (without frame)
Silscreen printing, takeout boxes, canvas
2024
44 x 44 x 28”
Silscreen printing, 144 takeout boxes
Talent Incorporate is a fake product I made. I want to selling something that is unable to sell. Sometimes I want talent and inspiration just walk in to my body, I even would like to paid for it.
I hand silkscreen printing on 144 takeout boxes, meanwhile thinking why I'm I doing this. I can totally call a factory to print 200 for me in one week, not hand printing for a month. So I start thinking what is the uniqueness part in printmaking.
Every edition printmaker make will have difference between each of them. Some people called it's the unique part of printmaking. If I just only seeing one of the edition, 25/100, I may feel uniqueness. But what if there is a hundred duplicated beside, will the edition number 25/100 still unique enough to me?
However, people don't care these overthinking stuff. It's like an imaginary illness to me, or to...artists. That we think we are unique. But we are in Arts school, unique may be the most common things in Arts school. I called it "inflation of uniqueness". So I give up. Instead to be unique, I just want to have fun.
2024
Food color, handmade lasagna
I came to New York in August 2024 to begin my studies. In this so-called birthplace of freedom, I was fortunate to witness the country’s once-every-four-years presidential election. During the campaign season, I bought a six-dollar copy of The New York Times every day, curious to see how America’s election culture differed from that of Taiwan.
The 47th presidential election was full of dramatic events: Trump was shot during a speech in July; a journalist captured an image that many called a “masterpiece of freedom leading the people”; Republican morale soared; the Democrats replaced Biden with Kamala Harris as their candidate. The Rust Belt’s history was reignited with the entry of the Republican vice-presidential nominee, and both parties fiercely fought over the swing voters in the middle—one event after another unfolded in rapid succession.
And yet, I think, perhaps none of this will be remembered. It’s just a speck of dust in the vast universe—like a plate of spaghetti in New York, easily forgotten once consumed. In this age of information overload, even the most monumental events are digested and discarded by ordinary life, much like fast food—quickly consumed, then passed through.