“This book is everything and nothing. These are the nights of madness, where alcohol becomes the only possible way to bear the weight of a life of excess. Dark places where everything happens and the opposite of everything, where sexuality is ritual and appearance. Where not everything is as it seems and very loud music prevents any thought. Those are moments of madness where no one seems to know how, where and why. This book is dedicated to these secret places.”
“My dreams are concrete. Grey solid wishes build by yellow blue red helmet soldiers. Hard under my skin, the soft grass of nature barely a child memory. I don’t like look back I look up. See the concrete skeleton grow into my Paper sky. What are mountains? I forgot I know square shaped ones with endless windows to dreamin. Reflecting not the sky but more windows to create infinity. Memories are stamped by red or black chai. Like the masters telling us to take a last look before forgetting those walls forever. I walk thru new places , I never noticed thembefore since no street before would lead me to them. Now they are surrounded by a blue wall. Inside green cocoons. The holding holds a growing dreaminside. Sleepless builders working faster than any grass could grow. I hear the howls of their machines where ever I go.Moving the earth increasing the mass of the cities. How empty other parts of china must be now that we carried all into the big cities. Building ghost towns which lonely waiting for life to flood in which may never will and lifeless houses with plastic trees. Stay happy alone. In my concrete dreamI can fly, I never touch the ground. A grey yellow sandy mist makes it hard to look far but I while flying I see under me the beautiful dreamcome true. Tiny dreamer like ants getting a number.Which might be 1148 in a black tower. They bought in for 70 years. Enough to see a child get old. The child might be me and I hope I never awake frommy dream.My dreamis not colorful like the rainbow. Didn’t knew about a blue sky. No soft mountain clouds.My Dreamis real and solid. Like The Concrete Dream”
“The Concrete Dream is my way to express the feeling I have about our Social pressure to achieve material safety. GettingMarried gaining the love and respect fromparents and society…feeling safe it is all so it feels only achievable after you bought a House [and even than its possible you be asked to make space for a bigger Building which the Society need]. Life feels like a preparation for the after life when you have what is needed to enter heaven. But till than hurry and work faster study more faster no time to waste… We getting there just on the way we have no air to breath the streets are grey yellow cloudy from the pollution. I saw a speech fromBill Gates where he said to see how rich a society is you need to look howmuch Concrete they use, he mentioned further that in the last 3 years China uses as much Concrete to build streets and houses like the USA the last 100Years combined. I disagree with himto see how rich a society is can be measured on howmuch time they have to find out what is truly important to become happy in life.”
“The City of Dust I start right here Under me the Dust and the Concrete Above me the Paper Sky Where is the Black Ink? Behind everything… I lived until I was spoken and such a foolish Believes in love with a Big City besides small People. But I want this Place. I’m a Puppet Player and a Puppet in a Shadow Play. Move under the Sheets and under the Ground. Did you know a City is a Spirit? You are part of its Soul, every emotion you give is absorb. Anger and sadness writing there words. TheWalls around you are a Library of every one’s Life and death. My Beijing is not your Beijing, what is reality, something to search for. You receive a different Beijing a different Reality but if you look for my Eyes you found Them.”
“I call my Photography an Emotional Documentary. Beijing is the City of Dust for Me as it carries all its History with it. The Emotions are scratched into every piece floating in the air. Breathing in History of a Controlled and uncontrollable City. Revolution is in the Heart and the change never happen on the inside. I felt the waves of Kings and Queens,Warriors, Concubines the City like a stage of a Endless Opera play.”
“Currently living in Xi’an, I’m interested in the connection between Chinese social development process and individuals, and try to visualize these connections as much as possible.
I started the “The City of Dust” series in 2013, the “Forbidden Tradition” series also began shooting in the same year. In 2015, “Mulan” was finished and “The Concrete Dream” series was started. In 2016, I self-published the photography book <City of Dust>. In 2017, I began to shoot the “China Dream ” series. In 2018, “The Concrete Dream”book was published, and “Ink over Us” series started shooting in the same year.
I’m thirsty for emotions and love listening to other people’s heart. I call my Photography an “Emotional Documentary”, I don’t judge bad or good I just collect them like raindrops on my skin. They all vibrate in shades of feelings.
China is in an War of Times.
I apologize for my selfishness and steal a part of your Soul but I’m afraid of death.
After I was found by photography a key opened me up. Invite myself into other worlds so I can keep them safe from time.
The main topic of my photography is about the Individual. There are so many peoples and often the one seems not to matter in the big view of things. Being tossed into an world with rules often made long before oneself was born. Where it feels you are lost in an ocean of faces and you ask yourself does the world will miss me? “