During moments when concrete reasoning can’t be articulated, certain scenes from the past would come to me.
Perhaps due to the overlapping of the scenes, a similarity is sensed between the ambiance at hand and the incident recalled, which could even be an unidentifiable source of light or a scent. Amusingly, this nostalgia stemming from memories often only requires a very brief moment of less than a second to spark tremendous emotions or impact the mind, drawing me in to uncontrollably search within my head, with images from the past flashing by.
I then gradually realized that a very clear time axis exists in these seemingly very personal murmurings. It could perhaps be chronicled according to my years of age, precise and vivid like an organized photo album. It could also certainly be an event book arranged not according to time but in accordance to how the incidents associate with each other. I’ve categorized this art series according to the 24 hours in a day: The daytime is filled with life’s hustles and bustles, consisting of feelings extended from streetscapes and crowds. The night slowly becomes serene and also calls upon the experiences or imaginations that I have in life, which are related to the world’s elusive and realistic sides.
Essays During the Night has selected 7 hours at night from the 24 hours in a day; for example, most people are probably asleep at 1:00am; although I was about to go to bed at that time, the time also corresponded with a different situation that I was in about a year ago – it is something that has stayed deep in my mind since then, a sense of anxiety and melancholy towards the world. At 4:00am, I had fallen into deep slumber, but by actually dissecting the time, I have also experienced countless painful yet also amusing experiences with insomnia during this time.
By writing down these dream-like situations with incomplete but emotionally rich images, I’ve then recorded the words into sound, resulting in something that resembles sceneries that endlessly echoed in my mind. They are transformed into language and then into illustrations, as I seek to use time to connect the incidents. As I sort through the murmuring thoughts from 10:00pm to 5:00am, the connection between the world and me is also examined.