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bed, photo, ready-made object
2018
bed, photo, ready-made object
2018
In my hometown, when a person is about to die, his family will prepare a temporary bed with sheet, which is
convenient to be thrown away after the he passes way. When I was young, I didn't realize that this was the last time
people met their dying love ones, I was only curious about the bed that I saw at home for the first time. Later, the
image of that bed comes to my mind every time I think of death. When I was sick, lying in the hospital bed which
reminds me of the bed for a dying person, my heart was filled with fear of death. I came across the conversation
between Kiefer and Dermutz when I was in the hospital. Kiefer mentioned that he once walked into the room of
his late grandfather when he was four years old. The skin of the body was so stiff and lifeless that he thought his
grandfather was made of wood. Kiefer described human skin as a pile of meaningless atoms intended only for
metabolism, and compared a person's decay process to the death of a star, both in which the atoms were thrown back
into the universe.
在我的家乡，当一个人快死的时候，家人会准备一张临时的床，上面有床单，方便家人去世后扔掉，这张床在他去世后就会被扔掉。在我年轻的时候，我没有意识到这是人们与他们的爱人最后一次见面。我只是对我第一次在家里看到的那张床而感到好奇。后来，每当我想到死亡，那张床的形象就会出现在我的脑海中。当我生病的时候，躺在医院病床上，让我想起垂死的人的床，我的心里充满了对死亡的恐惧。我在医院的时候看了一本关于基弗和德穆兹之间的对话的书。基弗提到，他曾经在四岁时走进他已故祖父的房间，那时他才四岁。尸体的皮肤是如此僵硬，毫无生气，他以为他的祖父是木头做的。基弗将人的皮肤描述为一堆毫无意义的原子，只用于新陈代谢。并将人的衰变过程比作恒星的死亡，在这两个过程中，原子都被扔回了宇宙。
在我的家乡，当一个人快死的时候，家人会准备一张临时的床，上面有床单，方便家人去世后扔掉，这张床在他去世后就会被扔掉。在我年轻的时候，我没有意识到这是人们与他们的爱人最后一次见面。我只是对我第一次在家里看到的那张床而感到好奇。后来，每当我想到死亡，那张床的形象就会出现在我的脑海中。当我生病的时候，躺在医院病床上，让我想起垂死的人的床，我的心里充满了对死亡的恐惧。我在医院的时候看了一本关于基弗和德穆兹之间的对话的书。基弗提到，他曾经在四岁时走进他已故祖父的房间，那时他才四岁。尸体的皮肤是如此僵硬，毫无生气，他以为他的祖父是木头做的。基弗将人的皮肤描述为一堆毫无意义的原子，只用于新陈代谢。并将人的衰变过程比作恒星的死亡，在这两个过程中，原子都被扔回了宇宙。
But what about the information left by people after their death? This trigged my imagination, and
I linked my grandfather's death to my own imagined death. After my grandfather died, his possessions were kept by
different family members. All of us picked something meaningful to ourselves: my grandmother hung his photos in her room and kept the glasses and shoes he had worn; my aunt kept a box of books he had read and some of his
notes; my mother didn't take anything but wrote down the memories about her father in the diary.
When chatting with my family and collecting his possessions, I was also thinking about death and the relationship between the body and the information left behind. So, I took photos of my body, together with the things my grandfather left, and the bed he used before his death, to make this set of works. I imagined linking my body to the things that my grandfather left behind with his smell - books he had read, ideas he had written, and so on. When he became stiff and was carried away, his message remained in the room and the bed he had slept in. The lost soul would not even leave a mark on the bed, but the information he once brought is extremely heavy, and the atoms with similar genes remain in my skin. His words are stuck in my mother's diary, and his images stay in the photo frame in the corner of my grandmother's room...
When chatting with my family and collecting his possessions, I was also thinking about death and the relationship between the body and the information left behind. So, I took photos of my body, together with the things my grandfather left, and the bed he used before his death, to make this set of works. I imagined linking my body to the things that my grandfather left behind with his smell - books he had read, ideas he had written, and so on. When he became stiff and was carried away, his message remained in the room and the bed he had slept in. The lost soul would not even leave a mark on the bed, but the information he once brought is extremely heavy, and the atoms with similar genes remain in my skin. His words are stuck in my mother's diary, and his images stay in the photo frame in the corner of my grandmother's room...
