JIANHAO

Citrus

Orange’s smell is very fresh, fruity, and a little spicy. The shape of orange peels is very versatile. So I used a large orange and made an “orange mask” to fresh up the repression during Covid-19.

Lemon’s smell is fresh, grassy, summer-like, but its taste is quite strong and acidic. I used this idea to photograph my lemon picture of someone smiling while crying.

Magic in Music

Inspired by Monose , Choying Drolma . Eternal Chant

This music instantly brought me back to the pilgrim trip to Tabet that I took with mom several years ago. The landscape of nature was so stunning and peaceful that it felt like nirvana. Grass covered pretty much every inch of the land. The sky is so close to me that I felt I could touch it. One could rarely see anyone but the symbols, color flags and ornemates from Buddisim were hanged everywhere. Sometimes we could see people chanting in their own yurts. The smell of grass, mud and incense is ubiquitous in the air. But the most astonishing sight and smell was from the temples. The shiny golden roofs and the brown/red interior structures made of wood.

The colors are golden, red/orange, yellow, and grey.

Scents:

Smoke

Light Floral

Grass

Dark Wood

Outside of the scent kit:

Incense Ashes

Mud

“Light wood”

Sanctuary - Part 1 - House of MEMORIES

Film Lantern

When was the last time you saw a picture start to emerge from water? When was the last time you felt the texture and touched a picture with your hand instead of on a screen?

“Let There Be Light”

I’d like to create a Film Strip Lantern, of which one could use as a light source as well as a memory box. When the light is turned on, the black strips absorb it, and those negatives suddenly appear in front of one’s eyes, opening the door of imagination and recollection of the past.

Nonetheless, without light, photography won’t exist. No memories will be concealed, and no images will emerge. The film strips will look like a totally black, dull piece of plastic. Light is the key to get to know the future and to remember the past.

So, “Let there be light,” shall we?

Sanctuary - Part 2 -

Down by the playgrounds my younger self and I did meet;

He slid into the house with little snow-white feet.

He bid me take things easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

But I, being arrogant and foolish, with him would not agree.

In a house by the slide my younger self and I did sit;

He held me near the light with his snow-white hand.

He bid me take life easy, as the leaves gather in pairs;

But I, being arrogant and foolish, and now am full of tears.

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