Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts
50 (L) x 33 (W) x 180 (H) cm
Dew drops slide down, silently, and leaves waver. Fluffy grasses also quiver, gently.
Dust starts to fly up from the ground. Pollens are everywhere. Plants try very hard to launch their seeds high up into the sky. Hairs and spores float around in the air…
Butterflies flap their wings. Crustaceans and arthropod insects waggle their tentacles. Rattlesnakes rattle their tails. Frogs swiftly wind up their legs. Antelopes stretch out their muscular legs to run and leap… Under the backdrop of a microworld, body movements seem rough and even a bit clumsy. Like a spoon churning in the sea of molecules, it constantly cuts the world apart. It is as dense as the bullets shot from a heavy machine gun into a serene lake. The irresistible sense of beauty is instantly shielded, like sound to be devoured by the water: a passivated single-channel tranquility, leaving a world teeming with clues.
However, the catcher hops within the field so skillfully that it perfectly avoids each and every crack. As a matter of fact, rather than hopping, it’s more like a ball hit back and forth, attached to a moving surface and trying its best to cooperate as if for the sake of soothing them… It fluctuates along with the wavy lines, vibrates the polylines, drops and rises the parabola… Beyond the moving part, it’s absolute stillness. In other words, it moves in a static manner. Its body becomes a bag to collect smells. It will work as long as it’s open.
