កញ្ចប់អនាគត ភាគ២ I Wrapped Future II (2017-)
Poem:
The mountain wind of the high red land flows down to the spirit forest and continues its way to the central land and river, causing waves to reach the oceans.
Six months of heat and six months of rain in Cambodia create a beautiful light and atmosphere in the landscape of space. Seasons and time both pass from one generation to another, leaving marks, damage, and memory to reveal what is now, yet not knowing what is the future.
The future that I am always looking for is uncertain, fragile, and unreachable.
What you see is not always what you truly see! It is not clear what exactly it is. Is it damage, or only a shadow in your eye?
The landscapes freeze me in isolation, for a moment in time. My feelings seem to relax; I fall into unconsciousness, into a dream, confused about the reality in front of me. This reality feels unrecognizable. Perhaps you have been confused like me.
The stillness of perfectly shaped colors and forms of an industrial-made fence, carefully installed and placed, stands against the powerful, mysterious nature—turning into experiences surprisingly uncontrolled and unexpected.
Written by Lim Sokchanlina
Statement:
Barrier, wall, fence, border, obstacle, panel are all hide landscapes that human create under their constructing the world they live in.
Cambodian construct Cambodia. This series of working is the imagination of the combination of human made landscape and natural landscape that has been hidden, that we always know, but are not sure what it looks like.
Two forms of beauty confront each other, that of a flexible nature, that of hardness with strict forms invented by man. These large metal plates could be the metaphor, in a world that is experiencing the greatest migrations in its history – for economic reasons, political, climate change – of obstacles to prevent the passage. But nothing is said, nothing is asserted, except this form that is a manner of staging the landscape and that we are forced to look right in front.
Written by curator, Chistian Caujolle
