藍天瑀
I am blue like the expanse of the sky, splicing the heavens, delineating the infinities that bound our material world
天
I am blue like the gleam of the stones, where we find the meatspace and long for the perversion of corporeal reality
瑀
The landscapes of the human skin is blue
The materiality of the flesh is blue
The transfiguration of the Real is blue
The ode to the Eternal Forms is blue
The infinite tends to the singular
The singularity tends to infinity
The weave and its asymptotic slink is blue
Dilation of the interlaced net, of the deep black pinhole of perception
Contraction of gridlined plane, of the murky darkness of yonic wavelengths
Blue consumes its tail.
䷀乾// ䷁坤: Blue like the expanse of the sky, Blue like the gleam of the stones.
䷂屯: A self-taught traditional Chinese seal carver, DJ and tattoo practitioner with performance and writing forming the core of their work, Blue is concerned with returning to ancestral roots and cosmologies. Blue hopes to learn to care and heal through practice and honour traditions, past(s) and histories.
Education
(2021 - 2024)
Goldsmiths, University of London
BA Fine Art and History of Art
London, United Kingdom
(2019 - 2020)
Nanyang Technological University School of Art, Design and Media
BFA Photography, Minor in Art History
Singapore, Singapore
Exhibitions
(June 2023)
Kunst Affair Vol. 2
AMP Studios
London, United Kingdom
(August 2022)
Thresholds of Being
starch
Singapore, Singapore
DJ
(22 March 2024)
CLUBPOC
The Yard Theatre
London, United Kingdom
(31 March 2024)
K2Y.mp3
Protocol, Vauxhall Arches
London, United Kingdom
(27 April 2024)
K2Y.mp3
Undisclosed Location
London, United Kingdom
(31 May 2024)
Opia
Unit58
London, United Kingdom
Tattoo
(March - April 2023)
Artist
Casa Chisme
London, United Kingdom
(10-11 December 2022)
barang shop!!!
Studio Lotusroot
London, United Kingdom
不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 爱爱爱. ݁. ݁. 不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ ˖ 不♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
An endless dialectic, dance till we die, HIAO forever.
Poster by Jae Huang
Jungle soil, circular mirror, hand-carved red soapstone 「天」seal, lockable collar with key, text
In the Absence of Piety
In the absence of piety
I mourn
I grieve
I say goodbye to all I know
In the absence of piety
I cry
I weep
I put it all to rest
In the absence of piety
I lose everything
For all I have is nothing
In the absence of piety
Everything seems meaningless
I crave for home
I love all beings
天下有始, 以为天下母。
(The world has a beginning, and it arose from the mother of the world. – 道德经 52)
In the absence of piety
Yet I still tether myself
Umbilical familiarity
The land holds me
In the absence of piety
A blade of grass pushes against the earth
That difficulty births beings in the material world
In the absence of piety
I am nothing
For I cannot fathom the mother
For I cannot fathom the sky, nor the earth
In the absence of piety
The heaven-being exists
有物混成，先天地生。寂兮寥兮，独立而不改，
周行而不殆，可以为天地母。吾不知其名，强字之曰道，强为之名曰大。
(There was something undefined and complete, coming into existence before Heaven and Earth.
How still it was and formless, standing alone, and undergoing no change, reaching everywhere and in no danger (of being exhausted)! It may be regarded as the Mother of all things. – 道德经 25)
In the absence of piety
I leave it to rest
For I do not know its name
In the absence of piety
There is death in the detritus
Such porosity in our young souls
2.5 x 2.5 x 5 cm black soapstone, seal script carving
HIAO
I feel great power in the idea of self-grooming, self-gratifying, obsession, love and hatred.
I see HIAO-ness as my femme-ness trying to liberate itself from the violence it is subjected to, of the structures I try to navigate in my life.
HIAO is an opulent slinky type of weaving.
HIAO is obiang.
HIAO is my form of queer liberation.
The more I am HIAO the more I am cognitively aware of my material being, the un-meatspace-ness of it all.
HIAO is genderless.
You might be chio, but you might never be HIAO.
You might never be the image you imagined yourself to be.
HIAO infiltrates the visage of prettiness, to face the ugly reality of vanity that never dies, because beauty always does.
Beauty shifts and morphs along its flux, but HIAO might be the energy that you never knew you desired.
Beauty is futile,
HIAO is forever.
Away from cyberspace, in the meatspace.
Realm of Cosms is bodily. It is material. Everything immaterial is material.
All in cyberspace is tethered to meatspace.
䷀
乾
The image of heaven doubled. The cycling of heaven signifies time. Creative power. It is a form of movement.
The Realm of Cosms considers the Realm of the Sky.
䷁
坤
The image of earth doubled. It holds all things, regardless of its nature. Pure devotion. Opposite of heaven. The power dynamic remains clear.
The Realm of Cosms considers the Realm of the Earth.
In the Realm of Cosms, care is always gerund. It is everlastingly abundant. This does not exist without growth, without the energetic lull of love and warmth.
䷂
屯
Tension, struggles to attain form. A difficult birth. Placental nourishment, umbilical familiarity. When a blade of grass sprouts from the earth, it elucidates the material tether, for the reality of beings between heaven and earth.
The Realm of Cosms empathises with this friction.
Realm of Cosms is embodied. It longs for healing.
It longs for health.
It longs for life.
- Durational performance
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Documentation by Oliver Bramhill
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Special thanks to Kunst Affair
Child
Children of the soil
Foetal mycelium
Embryonic rooting
There is death in the detritus
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Children of the sun
- Soles singed
Rotting, sticky and sweet
Children of the ineffable seas
Her heaving breath
Blinking cargo stars
Such porosity in our young souls
Folly in the foliage
Humid haze
Cognitive birth
Humming thunder
The rainfall imbue our sins
Coming home
Their germination gerund
Pious to none
Filial to fear