A Trace, a Faith, a Sin, a Fear…
Một dấu vết, một niềm tin, một tội lỗi, một nỗi sợ…
A collaborative installation by plants, earth, bones, flesh, insects and temperature, time…
Dimensions variable when subjected to various temperatures and at different times
2020 – ongoing
It is dying – it is decaying – rotting away as the cereal stubble left over, withered as scorched grass – the devils have caught it and taken away… tomorrow and the day after…deep in the earth with bright yellow above and the layer of red underneath – it would become the Deity, the mountain, the river, the wind…
A string of wooden beads is made from typical species of industrial crops that are widely planted in the Central Highland, such as: coffee, rubber, pine,.. These cultivated plants are usually chopped down when they become expired and stop producing value; a part of exploited wood subsequently turns into the beads of rosaries often used by many families within my community in their prayers & other religious activities. Stretching to an indeterminate length before us, this string, with no beginning and no end, represents an assemblage, a chain, a link, a never-ending journey across Faith – Delusion – Illness – Desire – Fancy – Memory – Time – Space – Ancestors – Insects – Rain – Death – Revolt – Exile – Forest – City – Heaven – Hell – Salvation – Atonement – Demons – Gods.
