At my age, what mix in our minds are a bizarre material world, a cruel reality, and impractical ideas. I always describe my feelings with a word “obsessed.” Everything confuses me, yet cannot stop me. In this fast-changing society, we are bereft of real life. I cannot avoid any kind of relationships, but interact with people cautiously. Every day I see rich resources, which do not belong to me, with an “empty plate” in my hands. The life and culture in our generation are different from traditional ones, and from other cultures merged into China. Most of the time I feel curious and embarrassed like “a Chinese eating Western food.” |
Bo Yun-Jun
Translation by Chen Lin-Lin
At my age, what mix in our minds are a bizarre material world, a cruel reality, and impractical ideas. I always describe my feelings with a word “obsessed.” Everything confuses me, yet cannot stop me. In this fast-changing society, we are bereft of real life. I cannot avoid any kind of relationships, but interact with people cautiously. Every day I see rich resources, which do not belong to me, with an “empty plate” in my hands. The life and culture in our generation are different from traditional ones, and from other cultures merged into China. Most of the time I feel curious and embarrassed like “a Chinese eating Western food.”
Those bloody tables and young bodies in my work seem to be extremely real in a pale light. A photography professor from Switzerland once said my work is like an “adolescent performance record.” Chengdu is a weird city, maybe because of the dreary weather. You would feel depressed, and you need some bloody images to release that depression; the blood bursting from deep inside of your body can dismiss the dreary weather. You would somehow feel “hurt,” or maybe not hurt. I can’t find a word—maybe it’s a harm you do to yourself.