I perceive a certain collection of consciousness, which not only arises from the confusion caused by a continuous action, but also from the refraction of the light of reality. It has no shape, just like water. If it is introduced into the container of reality, it will have its own shape. I seem to have touched something, but it is not clear, and more specific guidance may be needed, which may come from outside. Collecting and perceiving may be a good way to integrate the senses The fragments are introduced into the sea of consciousness, allowing it to overflow and reflect colors that transcend individual consciousness. “
——Zhang Mu
A continuous action
Often, when I don't know what to do, I draw a geographical map on a small notebook, name it, index it, construct it, design a production and lifestyle, how to survive inside, and even live, age, disease, and death inside. This is like a game, making me feel relaxed. The sense of relaxation will soon disappear, and I will return to my trivial daily life. But when boredom hits again, I will start drawing a new geography in my notebook and become addicted to it again. This unconscious action is so coherent that when I occasionally open those small notebooks, I look blank: I turned out to be such a boring person.
A lie in reality
Fantasy has always filled my daily life. While giving specific visual and name descriptions of fantasy geography on the canvas, I kept drawing new forms on my notebook to overthrow the previous one. This puts me in a big contradiction. On the one hand, I relied on the belief that the mountain must be completed with that belief last night to get what I needed for life. However, the next day, I flattened it in a small notebook. This constant cycle of reincarnation makes me doubt the significance of work. Every painting ends up like a sworn lie, using the same lie every day to lure different people. This seems to have become a way of survival. When I am addicted to this lie, the trivial reality brings me back to my daily life and turns the lie into the object of work in my daily life. This is a closed loop, I shuttle through it without each other.
Confusion
Due to the long-standing confusion between reality and fantasy, I once tried to abandon this state, but it failed because I realized that they were actually interdependent or that they had become my habit. I was sitting in the studio imagining a specific mountain with paint, and my consciousness carried me back to every mountain I had visited, very specific, meticulous, and even with laughter and laughter. The illusion on the canvas contains a set of travels, which is a set of memories. But it goes far beyond that: reference, modification, planning, construction, grafting, indexing, biography, and ultimately transplantation to specific locations. This confuses ideals, satisfaction, emotions, memories, reality, and experiences. It does not have a real existence, but it also includes all the reality under my perception. This rational collection composed of reality carries a symbolic meaning, allowing me to discover new worlds while constantly escaping.
Color of refraction
This confused collection of consciousness exists in reality, but cannot be touched. It is like living in another world of me and existence in my sea of consciousness, like a clone, a realm of samurai. I try to build a path to reality for it, giving it vision, giving it shape, giving it a name, giving it past and present lives, giving it meaning. This is a two-way channel leading to two parallel worlds, where reality can fertilize it and then bloom the flower of reality's reflection. If reality is a mirror, it is the refracted light of the mirror, allowing me to see colors beyond the spectrum of reality.
