Writing an artist statement is such a heartbreaking thing to do, because I do art to get closer to myself while it never really translates the way I imagine.
I want to shape myself organically in various fields. I came to the realization that I have gotten to know myself by gazing at others. My art exists within the labors of my photography, the body movement, and is hidden in the details of every action and mood. When I get involved with my subjects, I understand that Autopoiesis does not come from the heart. Instead, it comes from the inner self unconsciously being nudged during the communication. At this point, I understand that my art is the extension of me.
My art is… my interpersonal experience with my identities, the idea of me as a medium that could strengthen my community, break the physical boundary, touch the unknowns, and liberate myself from the rationalized iron cage. I use cameras to comprehend both individual and collective complex experiences. Sometimes, I combine video, photography, writing, sculpture, and performance, and sometimes I do straight photography. I used to think my mission was documenting my subjects by standing on the opposite side of the mainstream. I also put myself into my work as a subject like a martyr for art. That didn’t make me a hero, but instead a clown. I have come to terms with being a clown because my real purpose is to find out the agencies and different possibilities of my subjects through my own observation. I translate, reproduce, and empower the different scenes of each life through my perspective and my own understanding. I keep saying ‘my my my’ as I am afraid that my words would sound like propaganda. Silly.