The work presents a record of past events through a light and awkward situation. The prison is a forgettable area in the society; it’s like a broken clock that ignores the passing years. The clothes seem like the frame of the prison; the missing figures represent absence. They exist like a vague memory, dancing the waltz, praising the past, and commemorating history. Are they really a symbol of public emotion or just the celebration of collective sins? The reality is a kind of sickness, including conflicts between rationality and desire, the love of evil and the relationship between compassion and sacrifice. Both the reality and politics are decaying; thus, the events physically and spiritually bring both pain and cheers, while questioning the uncertainty and illusiveness of human rights and justice.
Photo location: Green Island Human Rights Culture Park