Pop-up Home Book
The pop up book was made during the first year I was in art school, when I was new to art and design field, trying to find my strength but sometimes have to struggle with the gap between knowing and doing. It's a pure time when I have to get alone with myself. And it's a time that I often throw back to, with a sun shed afternoon studio scene in mind, that keeps me reflecting and asking myself about who I am.
Therefore, this introspective work, though kind of incomplete, and in many aspects are rough, I do love it myself for the pureness of affection to my childhood memory and all the process. It seems I become my child self and regrow again.
MY piano around the coner of the living room. I miss the retro pattern of our floor so much.
The use of reflective paper here of the piano came from the memory that I always stood in front of it, looked into it as if it's a mirror, and imagined how I'll be look like as an adult.
The first thing I wake up to as a child is to call my mom and tell her how much I miss her. The chord is composed of her telephone number in her office.
Kitchen of my nanny's. Screen door to the balcony where my nanny do the laundry. Wooden bead curtain to the left. I miss her braised pork chops so much.
Grandpa's cane chair, where no one but he can sit on. Cuckoo clock on the wall.
My aunt's home, where my counsin played teacher and I played her student.
See it alive
Thank you!
