Jingfei Hu

Hand me the trees that come along, hand me a history book, out and about death suffers the cold, conveying the power inscribed in the heart. 

Through artmaking and dialogue I try to drop the anchor into the futuristic turbulent ocean (of society, speed, and the status quo ). Did I drop it? Not sure. Like frequencies, wavelengths, and shapes, I am influenced by the quickly changing city- scape. Within this change, how do I live in the present and also make connections with the city I live in? I explore this question by resonating the Providence River with my home- town, digging into the history of the Fox Point neighborhood through making an instrument about Interstate 95, and shaping conversations about the tension between being present and making progress.