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Published on Taipei Times http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/feat/archives/2004/04/25/2003138084 Searching for something lost By Susan KendzulakCONTRIBUTING REPORTER Sunday, Apr 25, 2004, Page 19
The novel's jealous lover, whose body has been replaced by another, wonders if his time is truly over and if there is any space in life for him. In pain and desperation, he vainly searches for lost time in the hope that by recovering the past in all its sensory and esthetic details he can get over his apprehension. Like Proust, Chen is also searching for lost time. But in Chen's world there is no jealous lover and a ceramic tile becomes the transporter to childhood memories rather than a madeleine. Chen tackles the deep metaphysical issues of life and death poetically, yet with the distancing effect via the use of photographic technology. Chen's recollection is in black and white, as achromatic images have a tone of authority telling the viewer this is a factual image; this is the truth.
The work is autobiographical without giving any intimate details away. So a little boy standing with his mother could stand for any child, and not a specific one; a self-portrait becomes a universal portrait. As in Xiao bai! Xiao Bai! the nostalgic attachment to a favored pet is replaced by a tile that can stand for a generic dog, thus negating the unfulfilled desire of recapturing lost time.
Night Banquet in particular, has a bittersweet wistful tone. By the fashion and hairstyles, we know this party took place a long time ago. Tiles of wrapped candies ironically highlight the aura of sweetness. The work reminds the viewer that our fun times of social gatherings will also be a thing of the past as our bodies break down and we finally expire. As our memories fade and grow hazy, we worry about that part of our lives buried deep in the past, dead in our minds eyes. And we know as our memories fade away like photographs, so do our bodies eventually. Even though recapturing the past is fleeting, Chen reminds us that the desire for remembering the past is also a desire for the life well-lived.
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