Zhang Siyang
张思扬 Outside the window of the place where I was born, there is a vast, grassy wasteland traversed by a highway. It occupies a large part of my earliest memories: I followed my grandfather there to grow vegetables, catch rabbits and hedgehogs, and watch the cars on the highway traveling far away every evening. On windy, overcast days, the grass on the wasteland bent low with the wind.

In “Wasteland”, I attempt to return to that place in my memory. I try to use materials to evoke and reshape the experiences etched in my memory through the body, a kind of contact with the bare world. I am concerned with the traces of life that exist between the inside and the outside. They are familiar yet alien, soft, full of fractures, and rejected, as if they have just passed through a dark place.


我出生的地方的窗外，有一大片高速路穿过的，满是荒草的荒地。它在我最初的记忆中占据了很大的篇幅，我在这里跟着爷爷种植蔬菜，抓兔子和刺猬，每天晚上看着高速公路上的车远行。带着风的阴天，荒地上的草随着风伏倒。

在《荒原》，我试图重新回到那片荒原，那有兔子，牙齿，和蓝色的大地。我试图运用材料唤起和重塑被通过肉身被铭刻在记忆中的经验，它是一种与赤裸世界的接触。我关心一种介于内外之间的生命的痕迹。它们熟悉又异质，柔软，充满断裂，被排斥，就像刚刚穿过了黑暗的地方。


Road sign poles, rabbit skin, gum teeth, cement, soil, pipes, paint, tape

Wasteland  
荒原


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