Lin Yixuan Solo Exhibition
2024.07.05 - 2024.08.04

MAISON ACME
No. 181-1, Sec. 3, Zhongshan N. Rd., Zhongshan Dist., Taipei City 104, Taiwan

Tue. - Sun. 11:00 - 17:00 Monday Off

Free Entry

Exhibition Concept:
Big Data recommended a YouTube channel to me, sharing an old film called "March into Hell." The narrator described a Hell where even computers are used for office work, making it seem like a modern Hell.

"For a while, a 'flattened croissant' food became popular. The word 'flattened' triggered many associations for me: Hualien's flat dumplings, a flattened rat on the road, super flat art by Takashi Murakami, bodies and bicycles crushed by tanks in the square, and former President Chen Shui-bian." The modern perception seems broader yet flatter, like a pounded chicken cutlet, with a vast outer contour but a shallow core.

In the era of short videos, success hinges on fast-paced, addictive, easy-to-understand, and visually satisfying content. "Visually appealing," "delicious," and "fun" have become key values. Conversations among friends often focus on food and weekend spots, shared via short videos. Social platforms are filled with prominent figures in revealing clothing. "Gourmet food" and "scenic views" are central to entertainment, as people's basic needs are met, their demand for "entertainment" grows. Much happiness is built on the suffering of others, with failures, embarrassments, pranks, and conflicts fueling daily life.

I pondered: smiles and laughter come from layers of images, like molten lava, constructing a scorching space, like "Hell." "Hell" exists daily, as failures become energy for others. These self-created "Hells" vary by background or socio-economic status, becoming samples for happiness data. Ultimately, we need more joy to balance our inner "Hell" (which means we need more Hell). People prefer finding happiness in others' misfortunes. Social platforms are now places for spreading gossip or mockery, refining the creation of "Hell." This is progress. Absurd, baseless complaints spread faster, becoming spiritual fodder.

Even a "Hell that keeps up with the times" can't match the speed of happiness gatekeepers, and we mistake cracked, festering feet for delicious pineapple buns.