I see words but feel like I’ve lost them. Wind passes across a page, and there is weight in between. Pressed softly down, but gliding words are transparent and firmly woven together, horizontally and vertically. I stand before the words, I hesitate, the world appears blurred., 2025-2026
Interactive Installation, PVC curtain, metal pipes, Acrylic tubes, Concrete, eyelets, steel wire, bolt and nuts, projector, Touchscreen, Computing device, LLaMA language model, emotion words collected from the web, collected document fragments, printer, Tracing paper.
The moment the warmth of fingertips touches the flat screen, the most primordial touch dissolves into the labyrinth of language. As emotion is transmuted into a returning poem, we experience an opacity in the ambiguity of within the uncertainty of its origin. This is a poetic recitation of the intimate, tracing how our most private affects distort and evaporate as they drift through the algorithmic black box.
