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Raining 
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<sub>童年时，父亲在家庭中缺席，父母离异后，家庭在我记忆中逐渐模糊，父亲与一个完整的三口之家便成为了我情感和记忆的漏洞。于是我试图梳理我童年时的家庭记忆，重拾已逝去的时间，并寻找父亲的存在——那些曾被我忽视的痕迹和行为，尝试在图像中构建一个虚构的家庭空间和时间。

我在记忆中抽取儿时与父亲共处的经历，在目前生活着的居住空间中，根据父亲的习惯布置日常物品，他们有的象征着父亲身份，有的是童年玩具，有的是家居用品。我试图让他们呈现出被使用的痕迹，一种未结束的状态，他们是我对父亲矛盾情感的线索。同时，我寻找着与父亲在日常一天时间上的交集与补集，在上午、下午、晚上这三个时间段之中，通过截取一些进行中的行为，勾勒着父亲在我觉察之内但作息之外的隐秘动作轨迹，这些轨迹与种种物品、空间在家庭记忆的最平常、最基本的计量单位 “一天时间” 中，相互串联，共同构建着父亲和我于这个虚构家庭空间中的在场与联系。

在这个虚构的空间和时间中，我与父亲对话，与家庭对话，与童年时的我对话，这样的联结方式帮助我调和着与父亲延续至今的情感症候释放了每当我面对父亲和家庭话题的失语。</sub>

During my childhood, my father was absent from the family, and after my parents' divorce, the family faded away in my memory. My father and a complete family of three then became a gap in my emotions and memories. So I tried to sort through my childhood family experiences, recapture the time that had passed, and search for my father's presence, the traces and actions that had been overlooked by me, to construct a fictional home and time in the images.

I extract my childhood experience spending with my father, then, in the houses where I am currently living, I arrange everyday still lifes according to my father's habits, some of them symbolise manhood, some are toys and some are household items. I try to give them traces of being used, a state of unfinished business, actually, they are clues to my conflicting feelings towards my father. At the same time, I search for intersections and complements between me and my father within a day, to be exact, in the period of morning, afternoon and evening, and by grabing some ongoing actions, I trace the hidden trajectories of my father's movements within my awareness but outside of my schedule. These trajectories, still lifes and spaces are interlinked in the most common and basic unit of measuring family memory - a day, and together they construct the connection between my father and me and the presence of us two in this fictional home.

In this fictional home and time, I talk to my father, to my family, and to my childhood. This kind of creation helps me reconcile the emotional disorder with my father that persists to this day, and releases me from the loss of words whenever I am confronted with the memory of my father and my family.