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HOT PINK (Series)
DESCRIPTION
Wait. You are standing in the sun, somewhere in the open and someone covers both your eyes with their hands. Maybe those hands belong to a person you’re in love with. When they take them away, this is what you have left. The sensation of those hands on your face lingers, as does the excitement but in front of your eyes is pink, hot pink, these images of inexpressible loveliness, happiness trailed by small sorrows.
AUTHOR
1983 Born in Jilin Province, China.
Many of the people whom I love the most are deaf: My grandmother who raised me and my younger cousin who is like brother to me. I grew up with them in Yanji, in JiLin province, a small town on the border of China and North Korea. The residents spoke Korean, Mandarin and some were fluent in Russian, but I had no use for learning any of those languages.
Instead, I tried to find a way to talk, outside the realm of words. With movement, with shape, and with image.
Photography came to me naturally. It exists outside the confines of traditional language. It has it’s own logic and system of expression. A photograph doesn’t have to be read, it does not have to be heard. It just is. Look at it.
guzhongsheng.com
Many of the people whom I love the most are deaf: My grandmother who raised me and my younger cousin who is like brother to me. I grew up with them in Yanji, in JiLin province, a small town on the border of China and North Korea. The residents spoke Korean, Mandarin and some were fluent in Russian, but I had no use for learning any of those languages.
Instead, I tried to find a way to talk, outside the realm of words. With movement, with shape, and with image.
Photography came to me naturally. It exists outside the confines of traditional language. It has it’s own logic and system of expression. A photograph doesn’t have to be read, it does not have to be heard. It just is. Look at it.
guzhongsheng.com
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