These drawings and writings were done in 4 months, during which period I had been fully indulged in this another world: I wondered back and forth the so called reality and the fantasy dimension. Eventually without any aim or guide the work turned out to be myself, but with its own life and soul. It answered itself by the help of my muscle. We are inseparable parts, like two organs breathing together. The drawing paper is the mirror, I was at this side, the world of mushroom and justice was at the other. It was abominable to tell who reflects who, who multiplies who.
Through drawing and writing, I was looking for a possible and ever changing answer as to place, memory, dream, subconscious and language, or more ambitiously speaking, the humanity.
Architecture should be no different than the rest of the world, no more divine, no more mundane. It is a harmonious organism that each part of it was waving and breathing, with no past nor future.
Chapter 1 A Love Letter
mushroom (with eyes)
justice (has eyes but blind)
moon lake
leaf
antenna forest
I am going to leave tomorrow.
Though you have stripped all my clothes,
Cigarettes that I smoke lives in the monkeys and skeletons;
I live under the crust of a mushroom.
You love me because you said I’m like a lake.
Moon Lake
I love you because you have rigid edges;
You wanted to grind me
I can see stars, I can dive into lakes,
I have eyes.
Your eyes are fixed on me
But you can’t see me.
You will rise to heaven after you die;
I will fall before I die,
Fall into the twisted root,
I will melt, becoming a leaf.
You will crack, I will disappear;
Your stomach is a square,
I’m a mushroom with eyes
You imprisoned light in columns,
I cried by the moon lake.
I saw stars,
Stars of purple rings
You locked my ash (a leaf)
Into the prison
Everybody sees me:
A leaf,
A tree.
Though you have stripped all my clothes,
Cigarettes that I smoke lives in the monkeys and skeletons;
I live under the crust of a mushroom.
You love me because you said I’m like a lake.
Moon Lake
I love you because you have rigid edges;
You wanted to grind me
I can see stars, I can dive into lakes,
I have eyes.
Your eyes are fixed on me
But you can’t see me.
You will rise to heaven after you die;
I will fall before I die,
Fall into the twisted root,
I will melt, becoming a leaf.
You will crack, I will disappear;
Your stomach is a square,
I’m a mushroom with eyes
You imprisoned light in columns,
I cried by the moon lake.
I saw stars,
Stars of purple rings
You locked my ash (a leaf)
Into the prison
Everybody sees me:
A leaf,
A tree.
Chapter 2 Bulin and His Life
bulin (mushroom that has a name)
poet
artist (incense man)
Justice
Pincer (has three fingers)
Prison
Politician
Helpers who have firm belief in hand (researchers)
f l o a t i n g l e a f
bulin (mushroom that has a name)
poet
artist (incense man)
Justice
Pincer (has three fingers)
Prison
Politician
Helpers who have firm belief in hand (researchers)
f l o a t i n g l e a f
Chapter 3 Dream
two walls ( with wavy hair)
mushroom (gigantic)
justice (struggling)
poet/artist/farmer/politician (hanged)/accountant (shrank)
a group of small smiling creatures:
pawn man/candy machine/barn/drug seller/book seller/postal man
“Grandma’s house became a desert palace, the floor of which was covered with thick sand.
I opened the door of my aunt’s bedroom, there appeared a bed, covered with a white blanket with scattered yellow stains.
Frightened, how I wish to run away!
I could not find my way. The corridor was turned into a dilapidated theater.
Buried in the sand, I saw hundreds of stone dolls.”
It is a party, a parade, a carnival
A play inside a bubble, floating with wind
Just like the rampaging elevator, flying everywhere in my dream!
A rose became the nose of an elephant
Bulin won!
Everyone celebrated like nuts
It is the triumph of mushroom.
I opened the door of my aunt’s bedroom, there appeared a bed, covered with a white blanket with scattered yellow stains.
Frightened, how I wish to run away!
I could not find my way. The corridor was turned into a dilapidated theater.
Buried in the sand, I saw hundreds of stone dolls.”
It is a party, a parade, a carnival
A play inside a bubble, floating with wind
Just like the rampaging elevator, flying everywhere in my dream!
A rose became the nose of an elephant
Bulin won!
Everyone celebrated like nuts
It is the triumph of mushroom.
Chapter 4 Dancing, Waving, Swaying, Folding
mushroom church
justice center
reptile
paradox theater
truth tower
two buckets
four back-to-back companions
confronting warriors
group of little creatures (smiling)
lonely rose bud (flying)
Chapter 5 Mushroom Church and Justice Tower
four priests
(farmer, drug dealer, silk grower, leaf )
four guards
(politician, bank teller, teacher, doctor)
researchers
rose blossom
tadpole
mushroom lights (always changing colors
Farmer died.
with his grass hat on head,
Silk grower died,
with his white curtain in hand,
Drug dealer died,
with his delusion in head,
Leaf died,
with his cloudy smoke.
Four Guards were like four statues,
They winded, twisted,
they scream in silence
like huge brown stones
I have to confess
Just as I have to love to die.
Two roses
The upward is whispering
The downward is wiping.
I’m stuck, frozen, falling, creeping
The blossoming rose is soaring high
You can never reach the sky.
with his grass hat on head,
Silk grower died,
with his white curtain in hand,
Drug dealer died,
with his delusion in head,
Leaf died,
with his cloudy smoke.
Four Guards were like four statues,
They winded, twisted,
they scream in silence
like huge brown stones
I have to confess
Just as I have to love to die.
Two roses
The upward is whispering
The downward is wiping.
I’m stuck, frozen, falling, creeping
The blossoming rose is soaring high
You can never reach the sky.
Interlude Oh My Tasty Little Creature
flying, staggering, wobbling, shimmering, quivering
inspector, secret cocoon. TV robot, wall hotel
justice robot
cloud tower
candy shop
glass prison of tree
farmer died in an ash burner,
so did the silk grower, the drug dealer, and the leaf
you are the man who knows my name
you are the end
The paranoid is right at the center—
Center of the world.
I heard your whispering, your mumbling, your screaming, your scratching, your breath,
your breath is the secret
the fruit,
the hanging bread
I have to dress well to be near you,
Pretending an old hand
masking a smile drawn by pencil
the other end is performing island
a leaf in the ocean!
floating, wrapped, isolated!
The flying rose bud was the flowering, as a gun,
stars fell on the ground
so did the silk grower, the drug dealer, and the leaf
you are the man who knows my name
you are the end
The paranoid is right at the center—
Center of the world.
I heard your whispering, your mumbling, your screaming, your scratching, your breath,
your breath is the secret
the fruit,
the hanging bread
I have to dress well to be near you,
Pretending an old hand
masking a smile drawn by pencil
the other end is performing island
a leaf in the ocean!
floating, wrapped, isolated!
The flying rose bud was the flowering, as a gun,
stars fell on the ground
Chapter 6 Veiling Tower and Reptile
(farmer’s, drug dealer’s, silk grower’s, leaf’s)
urn
poet (couldn’t find home)
record keeper
library doorman
the paranoid (sound-maker)
medical students
the man (who knows my name)
Chapter 7 Truth Tower and Paradox Theater
two wine bottles (hanged; buried)
rose blossom (floating horizontally)
two elephant nose (mirrored)
Linguistic
Nihilist
two tadpoles