In 1783, the French architectural theorist Étienne-Louis Boullée drafted the architecture that was impossible to build – The Newton Monument. Boullée reflected his praise of Newton to the architecture without reserve, creating a spiritual shrine to preserve Newton’s achievements of philosophy.
Shaw Liu finds inspiration from the unrealized architectural artworks. Walking on the streets in Italy, Shaw Liu reflected on the past and the future, visible and invisible, and the extensive thought on the reflection of different objects in different hierarchical space.
Reflection is indirect expression of the state of an interaction.
When exposed to some kind of mirrored space, there will be a phantom-like life between people and the substance, and the objects become fickle because of the change of perspectives.
Multiple objects, various souls.
In front of the curved mirror image, facing the reflection, the true image is submerged in a closed chamber, a number of distorted illusions express themselves directly or indirectly.
Just like a place for the spirit.
“Derived from the illusion” is the design philosophy that the designer has been always adhering to.
The unique sense of illusion and the futurism from the arc-shaped stainless steel with mirror finishing and the undersound from the collision of the interflection of the light, the glass and the metal, are quiet and restless.
I’m fascinated by visual effects of hallucination from my personal sensory perspective. The visual power that comes along, to me is a form of inescapable self restructuring, and hence expressing the hidden, subtle and refined power through my products is my main design motivation.
“Derived from illusion”is the design philosophy I have been always adhering to.
SANCTUARY was inspired by the memorial hall designed by Étienne-Louis Boullée for Newton in 1783. The hollowing of stars in the dome symbolizes the eternal spirit of Newton. The brilliance of stars makes it possible for people to look forward to it. But it is only a draft and has never been built. The work of this dreamer has made me regret. I hope that this brilliance will serve as a symbol of Newton’s spirit, inspiration presents what I think is spiritual. I remember working home every night and being gratified to see the bright moon in the sky, so I want to leave the golden moon halo in my works.
“The staircase with dark red metal handdrails,
the dust hovering in the air,
the whispering sound of aged wooden floors.
and wheat straws stretching out from the wall dirt,
The vague old radio broadcast that can not be heard clearly …
staying in the blankness of time,
is the illusion ahead.
You are quietly gazing
at the outside of the square wooden window edge,
from the transparent blue to the burning red,
not willing to stall at any second.
time is slow;
time is fast.”
– Memory Interpretation from Shaw
“OCEAN FLAME” is the theme of THESHAW’s new series. This time, Shaw wants to present a more pure visual memory. Time goes back many years ago, the sky outside the window of the old foreign building in her hometown, sometimes the blue sky, sometimes the sunset, such as the poetic space, strong and multi-level presentation in the visual space is an unforgettable illusion. Shaw extracted this pure visual experience, attaching it to the new series of installation, Stainless steel and optical glass are both fused and separated, standing alone against each other. This special vision presents a warm and cold memory atmosphere full of a sense of weight.
I opened my eyes, it was still dark, the black water touched my face gently . The sky was still grey, clouds torn by wind and flew away one after another. All these things were peaceful and special.
R E L I C A U R E O L E
I got up and looked at the endless black ocean, and surprised to see a huge black shadow floating on the horizon. I stood up in a panic, but I found that the edge of the huge black shadow started to light up.
L O S T S P A C E
The sun rose and instantly illuminated the blue sea. The shadow gradually showed a glittering ancient city. I can’t tell what kind of city it is, the building inside have strange shapes like many cocoons. I am ecstatic to run to the sea as if to find treasure, but the water is getting colder and colder. This strange ancient city seems to getting away from me, drifting gradually, and finally lost in the rising sun.
O C E A N S U N R I S E
With the ancient city far away, the sun in my sight presents a dazzling white, this strong white like a rainstorm quickly poured into my visual corner, white sun， white sea, white, my body, gradually, I lost consciousness.