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2020
Chapter I: Think of me, think of me fondly.
Chapter III: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
Chapter II: Reimbursed Landscape.
This work was inspired by the nature of green screen and how animators usually consider it as a transparent mechanism in film production. The specific color of green screen is chroma green. As a sort of industrial paint known for its uniform texture. With the characteristic of thick coverage, it provides a single, unified platform, which can be easily identified by algorithms. This medium was created in oder not to be seen by holding the fundamental characteristic of invisibility, which allows it being applied as medium to layer up images.
The medium Chroma Green is presented as “The Mr.Greenscreen” to elaborate it inevitable destiny of being an invisible existence. From the beginning, Mr. Greenscreen appears in front of us as an initiative gesture of revolutionary, making accusation about the inevitable absurdity of life. However throughout his journey of self realization, he discovered and accepted the ultimate meaning of his existence. With an eventual self-identification he liberates himself from dissatisfaction and obstipation.
From my personal perspective as a Taiwanese, my identity is a sheet of green screen. (Sarcastically the cover of our passport is also green. ) Now I want you to imagine Taiwan as a psd file. The idea of our identity and nationality are images layered up in hybrid of historical and cultural conflicts through colonization. After you press “cntrl+ Shift+S ” save as another new file. All these layers will compress and format through exterior violence into the so-called “Taiwanese culture”. However internationally we are being treated like invisible being, a blurry grey area of visibility. We can not be seen, can not be listened, can not be recognized, can not be defined. We are the boundary itself.
As the matter of fact, this also reflects the contemporary anxiety ranging from individuals to groups. Due to globalization in this day and age, every individual seems to be a sheet of green screen. With the increasing accessibility of global information, culture has become commodity, which we can purchase then project onto our behaviors on a daily basis, furthermore establishing the “uniqueness” of each individual. Culture and identities have been converted into something we can copy and paste. We recognize each other with attached labelled, in order to position our lost soul in a systematic world. As long as we’re being seen and recognized, it seems to create an impression of we once truly exist.
However here’s the questions: How should we see and been seen? How does the mechanism in between function? Can this be considered as a realization of freedom? Or we have built up another plato’s caves, as we are playing along with digital shadows casting on the wall of our invisible prison.
