_____Lin

Lin. 2000. Chinese.

Don’t mind me

I am nobody but a maniac

occasionally.

Lin林

My given family name

A name that stays with me

even when I am buried beneath the ground

I do not know who 'I' am

but I know for sure that

I am a Lin.

an outsider.

My artistic practice derives from personal experiences and explores the complexity in human relationships, the conundrum with/within self. As an immigrant, I was never able to find a sense of belongingness and my ‘root’. I question the nature and physical existence of the ‘self’/‘I’. Who am I? Where am I? What am I?

My work narrates conflicts and struggles occur throughout different life stages, and how cultural and interpersonal aspects impact the shaping of one’s values, responsibilities, morality and individuality. I see my practice as an identity-searching journey, a tool to heal, to release energy, and to enhance self-consciousness of the 'self' and the meanings of existence in this ephemeral life.

I am interested in the intangibles and the implicit realities in life. I like to experiment and experience using my own body to fully engage, to sense, and speak to the 'self'. I am intrigued by the feelings stimulated from improvisation and meditation process. I am curious to understand how human psyche, how the conscious/unconscious mind function. I like to magnify and make obvious of the unnoticed; to explore the hidden psychological feelings; to trigger the memories and emotions-especially the dark ones- that we subconsciously hidden to reveal the true self.

I embrace the power of silence, yet it is also my biggest nightmare.

Emotions are ineffable. I sometimes cannot express with only words. I feel suffocated. Are you able to FEEL my repression? Are you able to HEAR to how my body speaks? the loudness in my mind?

Breathe with me. Listen with me. Sense with me.