Color of Memory

Color of MemoryLin Jing jing interview with Mi zhuang (2)Mizhuang: Your work Color of Memory invited different people to enter into the artwork. Did you have any special criteria for the people you chose?Lin: The people came from different backgrounds different professions different genders and different ages. I asked them the same three questions all about their most painful memory.Mizhuang: This is very interesting. You asked them to use a special way of recognizing and transferring their private memories.Lin: Right. First they transform an abstract memory into a concrete object then transform it into an abstract color.Mizhuang: Their answers came to directly form the content and methods of your artwork.Lin: Right. The narrative and transfer of information was theirs and then I as an observer used the colors they described to paint an object that they described as having a close connection to their memory. I rendered and transformed their information.Mizhuang: I noticed that you intentionally separated the sound and visuals in the narration videos. All of the people recounting their stories alone when they stare into the camera and slowly speak; it feels calm and real with no glossing over. The sound of their narratives is stiff; you rendered it into a staccato style with each word being hammered out one at a time. To be honest it really hit me.Lin: Each segment is very severe sorrowful and hesitant. The pain seems to belong to the speaker and has been compressed into an unknown corner where hidden wounds cause constant disruption. But in the recounting of this pain it gradually separates and exists outside of the speaker away from the pain of the experience. To recount the past is to create anew. Its realness shocks us to the point that we almost dont dare to face its realness. Pain can alter our normally numb state but it can also make us grow number. This is a paradox. One person grew up under the shadow of his dead older brother. This brother who he has never seen perpetually hovers over every road he must cross. In the face of death he is superfluous imperfect unreal. This painful memory has overshadowed him for thirty years never fading away. When I asked him the second and third questions he said: a medicine bottle full of pills. White an extremely pale white. I believe that what shocks you is not the pain itself. Pain is not about individual experiences; it is about natural philosophy.Mizhuang: Have you compared these different experiences?Lin: I dont look for the differences between these painful memories I look for their commonalities. Extreme pain and grief are often caused by abandonment sickness and death or even abstract fear of one of the above worry about potential danger and its unpredictable arrival. Through recognizing pain we recognize all life recognize our shared fears desires earnestness control and balance. We face the fact that fear can never be truly avoided face the fact that hopelessness can come out of nowhere face the fact that pain magnifies our fears doubts and weaknesses.What matters is not what kind of pain we experienced. What matters is: what does that pain bring us? What does the most frightful pain we experience turn us into? When faced with enormous pain what do freedom dignity even our lives mean?