Chunyi Shen
The experience creates a story view in the post-human context. In the near future, the ecology system could be severely disrupted by human intervention. The virtual world has become a sugar-coated “sanctuary”. Blinded by the illusion of beauty and convenience of this pandora box, people indulge in the virtual world and forget to care about the real state of self and the real world. Two spaces undertake a part of the narratives respectively. Each has its own metaphor and is connected to analogical medium - slime mold. Slime mold performs as a symbolic element throughout the spaces.Slim mold is the fourth category of life form that is not bacteria, not plants and nor animals. Corresponding to the tuberous de anthropocentrization view brought by the development of the virtual world, which has blurred the boundaries between people and other species, between nature and man-made, and between material and non-material. Memories of slime molds from anchor times and extends from now to the future, a story line is created to shuttle between the past, the present and the future, the growth structure of slim mold metaphors the intangible network form of the virtual world. From reality to virtuality, from consciousness to unconsciousness, from human beings to microorganisms, from the micro structure to the grand perspective, asking questions about human ontology: “In the dream, you are?”
Fuzzy silky particles
Fainting into faint spectrum.
Flowing infinity.
Consciousness stacks and folds
Carved by dynamics into neuron sculpture.
Blue vertigo buried the universe
A new reference system.
Simulation, sedimentation.
Sporangia zygote, cellular division
Break up and dance in the body
Nutrient sediment beyond the original condition
Transcend the solemn geography of human limits.
Falling into uninfinite universe
Into Dionysus, find freedom
Liberate your self.
Burrowing into oppressive soil
Longing to find green.
It's the resonating rhythm
It is the rhizome growth.
Tuber connection
Linear structure
Flooding into ontological space.
Gradually transparent
Peeling off surface skin
Becoming part of your body.
Limbs soak into same composite plane
To greet the moist, airless space.
Becoming a body without organs
Becoming a pure soul.
Imprisoned inside windows
Trees try to stretch out.
But angry failure causes them to burn.
Wrapped in mottled fragments of emotional memory
Avoiding intergalactic spectra,
vacuoles and media
Because the micro truth is no longer visible.
Do you know where you are?
Maybe just a figment of my imagination?
From being to becoming
Past melts into future
Returns to present reality.
Where
Where to
Where to go?
Locked up in a dream:
Such a strange sensation.
Will you wake up if you feel pain？
Jumping out of this cage
A giant 3D fantasy.
Reflections floating around
Surrounded by controlling forces.
Submerged art of compassion
From nature
Part of nature
Nature eventually takes over bodies
Between breaths grow buds.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Are you a fire,
Dare you burn?
Are you ice,
Dare you freeze?
Can you divide into new cells?
Are you sure you're free?
Dare you shout out loud that you are free!
In a parallel universe- how would you be?
Have you
Have you thought
Have you ever thought: in the dream, you are?