Artist Statement
Zero Answers in Indefinite Worlds / Rancour
Is there a truer way to describe identity? What if you constantly can’t find the right words to say, even if you know what they are, intrinsically? This unfathomableness feels a lot like a mistaken identity–no, not mistaken, more lost, I think. A lack of decisiveness of your (inner/outer) person, despite knowing what binds you to the rest of the world–a “knowing” that your space is as just as everyone else’s–but what if, despite all the questions and answers, you still can’t find yourself?
There is no right or wrong way to view yourself. I, for one, find my roots in a multiplex of nations–but how do you view your (cultural, physical, mental, familial, the list goes on) identity in a world where your pain/agony/love/passion feels very much like screaming into a void? You are one with everyone else, but no one can hear you, because first of all, they can’t see you.
I believe there is no correct way to find the right words to say – I feel like trying [to find freedom in finding the right thing to say] feels like being in a liturgy in this subliminal space and time. Taking everything into consideration, whatever we absorb becomes part of us, some way or another, the same way we are born of the soil–and eventually, return to the soil. The world is changing, all the time, whether or not you find yourself along the way. I guess the only thing you can do in this lonely, ephemeral universe is to make sure your connections resound.