Interference reorganizes perception and transforms looking; it may be perceived as unsettling or disturbing noise, undesirable effects in the way of representing reality. I draw from overlapping frequencies, from a lack of reception, to challenge certain fears. I need to move forward with them, to feel alive—even in delirium from the very act of contemplating confusion—and ask myself if some of this makes sense.
In China movement is incessant. Millions of workers move around following the steps of megacities and their transformation, which are restlessly demolished and constructed overnight, culminating in a floating reality.
I accept my inability to embrace and understand the world of China. I cannot describe its reality, for I require fiction to steady myself and achieve my objective. I attempt to capture obscure fragments and present them as a more or less coherent sequence of images, as in a dream.