hua xi zi 滑惜子


边/GRAB AND SHOOT BETWEEN SIDES
THE LAST SHOOT III
WEB CAM DIES IN THE SEA
SHADOW OF THE SHADOW/WANG LIANG WEN JING
IMAGE_EXCHANGE
ACCIDENTAL PHONE CAPTURE SERIES
氣/Qi
HUA清池观看游记/HUA QING CHI TRAVEL NOTES
UN-EXPOSING/影像连结
WHERE ARE YOU FROM
SING INTO THE VIRTUAL PRIVATE NETWORK
WINDOW
The FEEDBACK OF LOOKING
FANTASY OF BEING IN EXILE
100 Ft.
捕/Capture: A Solo Show
降B调的玻璃罩/GLASS COVER IN B FLAT
THE LAST SHOOT  
SEEING AND HUMMING
JIYŪ• BUZIYOU/自由·不自由
SEE,AGAIN,THE PASSING OF LIGHT/再び、見る、消え去る光
BE PRESENT WITH THE SHADOW
MANIFESTO
FANTASY FOR SOLITUDE





ABOUT
MYSELF, MY PATHS, AND MY WORKS




Fantasy for Solitude (2020)




But the outside of the window is not open sky.
Dirt-yellow brick wall is two meters outside the window frame.
The Outside is how the wall looks like.

Dirt-yellow brick wall is
the Textile Town, where grandma used to live:
fallen bricks of workers’ dormitory compound,
and the empty factories once packed.
Later these abandoned walls sticked posters,
providing renting and ID applications services,
witnessing plenty of people still going in and out.

By the end of the day, light, is not for everyone.
Learning from basement dwellers to repeat
the gesture of looking up,
Pulling and pushing the memory,
extracting light from inside the brain,
imagining,
warming.

Why buildings are so close to one another?
Light cannot penetrate through.
Luckily, what reluctantly spills in,
is the bounced spare light off metal frames from that side,
impoverishing,
punishing.

Brick wall then becomes my only imagination.
The wall on the other side absorbs light that cannot shine in,
So, I will hide under one corner of the window,
having peeked the wall on the other side,
and this would be enough…