On the highest peak of Mt. Jade, also the highest in East Asia, could once be found a bust of Yu Youren, which had been decapitated twice and was eventually removed. Inspired by this, I dressed up as the paramount leader, levitated on top of Mt. Jade whilst waving to the music of National Flag Anthem, then disappeared in a glare in the style of Sung Chili (religious imposter). The imagery gives the impression of a mottled, old-fashioned 8mm film, apparently haunted by spectres of history; it ends abruptly, as if flashing a sly and ambiguous smirk amidst the blotchy fragments of times past.
