The Poem of the Right Angle
The artist formed a sculpture with the space-constrained by his body and surrounding environment. What he formed was also a landscape where “right angles” were pursued and maintained with effort.
With the stability of the artist’s body exhausting, this sculpture/landscape presented an increasingly uncontrollable status: from still to trembling to collapse, from quiet to extremely fast gasps to the sound of heels knocking on the ground.
The term “right angle” was repeated in different rhythms, together with several collapses, constituting a poem that coexists with both tenderness and pains.