Traveler in November

We live in an unreal world. Apart from documentaries, photography probably is the only way to demonstrate reality, which for me is something I must do to achieve self-expression. I don’t want to instruct the spectators about what to see or feel when they see my pictures. The key is their feelings. A picture catches one’s eyes when it conveys meaning to him. Without feelings, we are only dusts and shadows. Feelings don’t exist in one’s tears, rather it is the ability of seeing and hearing when one tries to observe and listen to something. Time flees and traces are left. I would consider it a great blessing if this travel can make us more tender, peaceful and thankful. I only hope that I will never lose curiosity to men. A picture should record the time so that it will always bear documentary value, a distinct feature that differentiates photography from other visual art forms.

For me, photography captures parts and moments in a travel, and creates a parallel world that consists of memories but not reality, forms or builds unfinished events and becomes the continuity of life and a coexisting and different space. For the spectators, they can see the other world of mine, where the other me exists and is put together by the fragments of all the travels. To everyone’s surprise, the image expression and your feelings may diverge from my travel. You may experience a travel of your own, an unexpected encounter brought by travel photography, and another unreal world is built.

Curator: Chen Weilu