Vanitas is a tribute to the missing pieces within the reconstruction of human memory, places, and data. It is a cartography of words, including home, apartment complex, reconstruction, mourning, archive, memory, memorialization, a god within, collective memory, cyberspace, omnipresence, meandering, heterotopia, alleyway, construction site, and mirror. I invite viewers and readers to meander in the map of relations and be lost in the topography. What can you discover when you meander? What happens when you renounce being a subject and become an object seamlessly blended into the topography?

What constitutes the integrity of existence? I believe it is the memories accumulated on the surface of oneself: numerous moments of our past pile atop our bodies to make us who we are, even though more than 90 percent of the human body is renewed within a year. Knowing that human memories are not a complete product but a continuous process and that they are what makes a space the place and a person the person, the ontology of both humans and places is “under construction.” The horizon of existence looks like a construction site. To remember is to construct, and to reside is to construct.

Excerpts from Lossless Bits (2023).

Reconstruction has several synonyms. It is the reconstruction of a place as well as human memory, the translation of languages, and the transduction of data. Within every process of reconstruction, the loss of data is inevitable. What I am intrigued by is the missing piece — the “god within” the place, memory, language, and data. It is the collective memory of the residents in the place, the exact moment in the present that will soon be forgotten, the nuance of an idea before it was verbalized, and the raw data prior to transmission. They are, by nature, untranslatable, uncapturable, unpossessable, and sometimes ineffable. It is an art by which I can capture what is impossible to capture or, at least, what is left as a by-product of the process.

Virtual 3D model generated from a handheld video.

What can I discover when I translate a handheld video of my home into a glitched 3D model, or videos of me walking into movement-only traces? What do the glitch-only results mean? Surrendering to the loss of data and embracing the glitched results is, paradoxically, a tribute to what I have lost. By acknowledging what was lost in the process, I believe I can truly know, mourn, and become the place, memory, language, data, and self. I invite the viewers to meander within the cartography of the untranslatable, the by-product, and the missing pieces.

Virtual 3D model generated from a handheld video.


when you type a type

imagine you are a language traveling as fast as perception

syllables segmented into quantum pieces

subject, verb, object,

adverb to phoneme,

a sound

a fraction

you pass the seabed and enter the desert

you are a dotted light, a click, a signal, an integer

you see the faces within the shapeless structure

and now you are each one of their names

you pass the desert and enter the seabed 

you finally arrive and return to your shell

engraved with the faces of the stack

of each one of the names you encountered

then you surrender

when you wish to be everything is to wish to be nothing

when you wish to be something is to wish to be anything

so when you type a type

is to sentence the other


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