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Chen鈥檚 multi-layered installation explores the interplay between sound and the sensory emotions it evokes, paying attention to how power structures exploit these elements to consolidate control. Chen questions the systems and stories that define our shared histories. Her work critically examines the 鈥渋deal鈥� narratives and imagery often embedded in political rhetoric and memorial sites. These idealized forms, generalized and abstracted, are propagated by those in power and designed to influence the perception and transmission of communicated information, ultimately shaping collective identity and national consciousness.

Upon entering the space, visitors are immediately confronted by large leaning objects positioned on the floor. Reminiscent of stranded buoys, they evoke a quasi, post-apocalyptic, dystopian scenario. The massive, architectonic sculptures, covered in a homogeneous gradient of grayscale colors and patterns, are loosely connected together by signal cables. Ostensibly decoupled from their original function as boundary markers and surveillance points, the locational information they communicate from sea is revealed as arbitrary. Drifted away from the context they are designed to serve, they take on the fluidity and unspecific character of monuments and territories. Constructed from blank white paper and newspapers sourced from diverse ideological, linguistic, and geographical backgrounds, the buoys act as visual metaphors for the entanglement of competing ideologies. Encrusted with echoes of other times through their layering and compacting of materials and information, they evoke waves and loops of time, challenging our linear understanding of its passage. The materiality of the paper pulp creates the illusion that these oversized sculptures are fashioned from heavy materials like cement or granite, invoking associations to weapons, bunkers, or temporary shelters. Upon closer inspection, however, it becomes evident that the sculptures are, in fact, constructed from fragile papier m芒ch茅.

Sounds of varying intensity can be heard coming from inside these dysfunctional, identity-less objects. The hollow, pulp structures, which also double as large resonating chambers for amplifying individual sound frequencies, emit tones that echo, overlap, and resonate together, but which also fall out of sync at times. Produced within the space is a cryptic dialogue that recalls vague signals from the past, amplifying the tension between the physical presence of the sculptures and the intangible, shifting sounds enveloping them. Overhead, an interactive sound installation of public speeches given by political figures fills the entire space and connects all parts of the exhibition together. Experimenting with various modes of reception, Chen explores the dynamic interplay between private and public auditory experiences, each of which shape the dissemination of information in distinct ways. Via headphones, each listener can experience their own personal soundtrack created by their unique path through the show. This intimate experience intermixes with sounds played in the space via speakers, creating a sensory connection bridging personal and collective realms of auditory engagement.

In the front exhibition space, Ting-Jung Chen鈥檚 larger-than-human-sized buoy sculptures express the overwhelming, monumental nature of official narratives around collective identity. In the rear space, however, experiences of overload are transformed into a sensorial realm beyond the tangible and material world. Here, visitors enter a dark space configured from four pieces of black truck tarpaulin fabric, stretched taut and suspended from the ceiling. As the eyes adjust to the darkness, the sound initially heard via headphones is gradually overpowered by an intensifying noise, and a bright light suddenly floods the space, leaving viewers temporarily blinded. With the momentary loss of sight, the audible sound then shifts from noise to a single frequency, and finally to silence. Following the bright flash of light, visible traces of inverted color are left hanging in the darkness.