The Revelation of Artificial Sun /人造太阳的启示
Fujian, China
Video，Performence
Variable format
2024
Fujian, China
Video，Performence
Variable format
2024
他的双脚沉入大地，将自己根植于此。绿叶触碰着他的呼吸，这是一种对光合作用的绝望模仿。他手掌向空空荡荡的天空敞开，等待着那道永不到来的光，目光凝滞，直至生理机能崩溃为泪水。
如果太阳抛弃了白昼，我们就必须为黑夜发明一个太阳。
作为《呼吸的共鸣》的延伸，本作视觉化了一个有机纽带被切断的世界。“人造太阳”的创造既是一种反抗，也是一种妄念——这种技术的救赎，除了照亮我们自身的孤独外，别无他物。
His feet sink into the earth, rooting him to the spot. Green leaves touch his breath, a desperate mimicry of photosynthesis. With palm open to an empty sky, he waits for a light that never comes, his gaze fixed until physiology gives way to tears.
If the sun abandons the day, we must invent one for the night.
Extending the inquiry of Resonance of Breath, this work visualizes a world where the organic bond is severed. The creation of the "Artificial Sun" is an act of defiance and delusion—a technological salvation that illuminates nothing but our own loneliness.
沧海如母，在摇篮中起伏荡漾， 沙哑的歌谣，于万籁寂静中流淌。 观者凝望，那天际璀璨的星芒， 冥冥静谧，尽显宇宙洪荒。
浩瀚的“统一”，无形却可感知， 如巨骨支撑，将万有紧密交织。 下至微末草叶，上达浩渺星池， 于暗夜长空中，系下不解之丝。
球体共舞，无论咫尺天涯， 日月星辰，皆守宇宙之法。 时空无度，不问短长与真假， 灵动与死寂，遍布恒河沙。
灵魂与肉体，殊途却同归于核， 气态与液态，循环往复永不涸。 游鱼与走兽，皆在自然传说中定格， 国度与肤色，不过是人类历史的过客。
语言与身份，沐浴于日月光华， 生死与古今，编织成一瞬刹那。 这宏大的相似性，永不终结的牵挂， 是一首普世的颂歌，传唱于宇宙之下。
潮汐渐涨，将双脚温柔吞没， 身影如磐，任凭故事起落。 旧日骄阳之处，今有点亮之火， 辉映于夜之王座，乃是重塑的杰作。
夜之明镜，星辰列队成行， 寻觅者于滩涂，将真理供奉珍藏。 宇宙大舞，众生皆在其中纠缠，那人造的一轮曦光，皆源自人的构想。
身影未动，唯余无声叹息， 绿叶紧随，穿透冷风侵袭。 那只手，是对消逝之光的永恒恳祈， 在光阴流转中，从未止息。
老海依旧，摇曳着亘古的波纹， 白昼灰暗，歌声化作摇篮曲的深沉。 天光渐隐，向黑夜俯首称臣， 留观者独思，寻觅内在的光轮。
浩瀚的统一，此刻沐浴月色温柔， 万物交织，上演无声的独秀。 从微末火花，到星河尽头， 在夜的轻抚中，连结永不休。
The old mother ocean in her cradle sways, Her husky song in the silence has its ways, As the watcher beholds the celestial bright, In the quietude, the universe's might.
A unity vast, unseen but somehow known, Interweaves all existence, like a great bone, From the smallest leaf to the stars up high, A connection in the dark sky.
All the spheres in their dance, near and far, Sun, moon, and planets, a cosmic bar, Places and times, without measure or care, Animate and inanimate, everywhere.
Souls, bodies, different, yet the same in their core, Gaseous, watery, the processes evermore, Fishes, brutes, in nature's endless lore, Nations, colors, in the vast human lore,
Languages, identities, under the moon and sun, Lives and deaths, past, present, woven in one, This grand similitude, a bond that's never done, Spanning all, a universal sonnet.
And as the tide rises, the feet it enfolds, The figure stands steadfast, as narratives unfold, A beacon of light where the sun once shone, Now recreated, under the night's great throne.
In the mirror of night, the stars do align, For the seeker on the beach, a truth to enshrine, That in the great cosmic dance, we are all entwined, In the glow of a sun, man's own design.
The figure remains, unwavering, a silent sigh, With the leaf still close, through the cooling air's drift, And the hand, a constant plea, to the fading light.
The old mother ocean continues her sway, Her song now a lullaby, as day turns to gray, The celestial bright slowly succumbs to the night, Leaving the watcher to contemplate, to find inner light.
The unity vast, now under the moon's soft glow, Interweaves all existence, a silent show, From the smallest spark to the farthest star, A connection in the night's tender caress.