Fried Rice I & II
2016
Dyed HDPE plastic, wax, burnt photographs and random found objects from my studio, resin inside wooden frame
61 cm x 91 cm each
炒飯
2016
染⾊色後的HDPE塑料蠟，橡膠，燒焦的照片，⽇日常 ⽣生活物件，⽊木框內的樹脂
每幅61cm x 91cm
White Rice
2016
Dyed HDPE plastic, wax, rubber, burnt photographs and random found objects from my studio, resin inside wooden frame
61 cm x 91 cm each
白飯
2016
染⾊色後的HDPE塑料蠟，橡膠，燒焦的照片，⽇日常 ⽣生活物件，⽊木框內的樹脂
每幅61cm x 91cm
One time on a subway train in Chicago, two friends and I, all of East Asian origin, were coming back from dinner in Chinatown. When we sat down next to an African American man, he immediately commented loudly while holding his nose, “Damn, you guys smell like fried rice.” One of my friends got angry and replied, “You got a problem with that?” There was a brief silence. Then my other friend looked at me and started laughing. The stranger followed, and soon all of us were laughing together.
In this work, I burned and assembled various objects found in my studio and home, such as necklaces and photographs, collaging them into handmade imitation rice. The process felt like throwing my entire life into a large wok and stir-frying it, turning personal history, memory, and identity into a single mixture.
有一次在芝加哥，我和兩位同樣具有東亞背景的朋友在唐人街吃完晚餐後搭地鐵返程。當我們坐在一名非裔美國人旁邊時，他立刻捏著鼻子大聲說：「幹，你們聞起來好像炒飯。」其中一位朋友立刻生氣地回嗆：「關你屁事？」短暫的沉默後，另一位朋友忽然看著我笑了起來，那名陌生人也跟著笑了，最後我們竟一起笑了出來。
在這件作品中，我將工作室與家中找到的各種物件，例如項鍊與照片，加以燃燒後拼貼進自製的假米飯之中。整個過程就像把我的一生丟進一口大鐵鍋中快炒，讓記憶與身分在其中混合、翻動。
