幻樂園 Garden of Fantasy
「A spiritual ceremony」
The wriggling reptile complex whispered in the brain,They want to travel through infinite cyberspace.Dancing and burning in the undercurrent of melody.And fermented after death like whale fall...Eventually they annihilate and merge into the fabric of the physical world.
「一场于精神世界的沉浸仪式」
蠕动着的爬虫脑，在脑边诉说低沉的絮语，它们想要在无穷的网络空间中穿行。痛苦并渴望着，在暗流涌动的旋律中舞动，烧灼，在如鲸落般分解死亡后发酵，湮灭...最终融入到物质世界的结构中。
A world made of data. This is a prison for emotional programs
and PENGUIN ZERO is a Imprisoned program
It roams in this absurd cage and repeats structure and generation…
一个由数据生成所构成的虛拟世界 这是一座囚禁情绪程序的监狱
PENGUIN ZERO即是一个囚犯程序
它遨游在这个荒诞世界观的牢笼中 不断重复着解构与生成⋯
Today, our lives are filled with chaos: how do people respond to this? Are we really thinking intuitively? Do people consider the larger narrative of life? To shed the illusion of technological progressivism, to humbly acknowledge that other beings or non-beings have their own logic and wisdom, to perceive cross-species connections in the flesh, and even to re-examine living beings and reconstruct the question of "what is nature". In my work Garden of Fantasy, I am obsessed with these internal and external forces that shape people's behavior and affect their reconciliation in time.
"MurphyNile would tend to think that there is a law in the world that controls everything around me; but at the same time, I feel that we have at least a part of 'freedom' and that there is some 'randomness' beyond the law.
Just like the computer-aided, effortless human effortlessly through the infinite cyberspace, at the same time integrate themselves into the material world into the fabric of the physical world.
At the edge of the intracranial world, the central body began to disintegrate, transforming into a mixture of sine and cosine waves, which then triggered a concave storm that annihilated everything.
They haunt the brain like flies, those flesh-and-blood bodies of suffering, along with the undignified torment they endure, stirring once again as they try to navigate through the emptiness. It aches, yearns, dances, and fades in a melody of dark currents.
In the warm, primordial darkness. Consciousness is stripped from the body, fermenting, emitting the sound of raining currents, and the body looks sad and gorgeous in the cave fog.
The song of chaos is sweet and never-ending, where time rushes by, drowning out all moans and finally ushering in the ultimate peace.
De-Elemental / Group Exhibition 2023
Galerie Me ｜Berlin Germany