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CHEN Xiaoyun Video Work Introduction (1)

2008

Lash (2005), video, 4'  
A piece of ray is a whip, and the time is an individual religion. Here is a path of mountains, and an exhausted man who is towing a tree from the bottom to the top of the hill. It will be a highly intense flashlight in one second. This is a myth of an innermost being of a person, mostly about struggle and expiation .So the memory of them is not coherent, and the desire is the most brilliant thing, recurrent fate is whipped time and time again.

Queen LiLi's garden (2004), Film, 74'  
This is a film about love, lonely and innermost feeling's strange world. Anonymous character narrated with subtitles, image fragments from everyone's innermost feeling keep making the interlaced illusive stories.
"In the world all women have one name as Lili", all loves and losing are similar.

Cine Ladder Group and Cine Ladder Project——Outlet
There are many fanciful craving in the city, for this is a nest for others; a dejected young drifter appears amongst the fleeting figures in the cityscape, yearning to capture his own shadow in the sky. He muses: "I much rather I am a power plug, with the city being a gigantic socket board, having wires running through the sky." Everyone is a prisoner with no exceptions. This is a city built according to the model of electricity flow. Each feedback and loop of the electrical wave will serve to delineate its silhouette of twinkling skyline; from an open vista through the thinly diluted suburban air, each expansive breath of the metropolis can be observed to be thriving on the desires of every one of its inhabitants. Rays of dim light shooting past clusters of dwelling are catching the struggling figures down below,the variegated dusk sky is starting to quiver and becoming more and more flickering while the twisting skyline manages to keep its composure despite the burning passions it inhabits. City, is a rearing ground of immense proportion, it relies upon the desires of its people to continue to outstretch its symbiosis needs. He, on the other hand, is simply standing here, ogling at the sky, with faith on the desires that perpetually hang in the distant horizon; he lowers his head, awaiting the onset of another nightmare.

Suddenly, I seem to have slipped into the domain of all those mysterious desires in the sky through the tangles of black and white wires laid out beside me, I can envision an electrical controlled gateway sliding open above my head, within which resides an all powerful overlord who commands all the craving and desires of the city. I pull myself up from the mud pool, crawl along the riverbed to break the surface in the water, as I step off the No.28 bus I slide down the side of the bus stop sign like a drop of morning dew; looking up to the dizzying sky, I can feel a switch embedded in my head that controls the pictures streaming through my mind; up I climb a flight of stairs, before it is time to charge back down another, I eventually climbed up to the top of the tallest building in the city, … waiting, awaiting a ray of light, a flash of lightning… at this moment, my sight is like a thumbtack, it presses itself firmly into the softest spot of the city; I shut my eyes to listen to the prefect synchrony of electricity currents ebbing and flowing through the sky.

Death list (2003) Video  
Death list scrolling title, every name is a symbol, the passed stories will be never known, no content, no scene, no clew, only the scrolling words on the finality.

Several moments extending to a night-2, short film, 11'
Your story?
Your everyday life?
Your thinking words?
Images here are just some temporary fragments, which are extending to the night or being extended by the night... Turning over the cellar of your memory; climbing up the attic of your unconsciousness; walking into the back garden of your dream; moving over the flagstone of the mouth of your daydream well...
Suppose that there are many ways to enter into a night and the entrance to time can be extended by sensation, then time would be just a gift that images contribute to feelings. The scenes in a mass, the obscure tone, the kid show and the mechanical banters, all of them are folded together at the moment when the night is coming. It looks like that there is a horizon waiting for numberless moving scenes.

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CHEN XIAOYUN 陈晓云

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