Wen Jian . 文坚
Stage . 舞台
When the noise and confusion of reality make me weary, then night brings me solace. When I walk along some city street, enveloped by the dark night and scattered lights, I can no longer explain where I am. A long exposure requires waiting, and waiting is the condition of my life. Most of the time I seem to be living in the future – a sort of migrant future. I don’t know who I am, where I come from, or where I want to go. A photograph perhaps offers me a time and place, a time and place bound to the past and future.
In my camera lens, buildings and lighting are made solid. Buildings become the set design of a city stage. People are the souls that hurriedly scuttle about that stage, their nameless shadows extending the darkness of night to every corner, proclaiming the bleak beauty of the urban night, and issuing forth the pulsing concerns of the urban soul.
当我厌倦了现实的纷乱与嘈杂,夜总是能带给我内心的宁静,当我行走在城市的某个角落,被黑黑的夜和没有方向的光包围,我已无法分辨自己身处何处。长时间的曝光需要的是等待,而等待正是我人生的一种状态,更多的时候我似乎生活在未来,某一居无定所的未来,我不知道,我是谁?我来自哪里,我要去到何处?或许照片可以把我带到某一时空,某一与过去未来相连接的时空。
在我的镜头里,灯光和建筑都是被固化的,建筑更像是城市的舞台假景,人物是舞台上匆匆游荡的魂灵,莫名的影子无所不在地延长着夜的黑,叙述着城市夜的凄美,谱写出城市人魂魄悸动的心曲。
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