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Name: Frank Yang
Birthday: 11/16/1984
Gender: Male


Interests: weightlifting, power training
Occupation: filmmaker/photographer/ painte
Industry: Art - for my photography work


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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Globalization :

With globalization, overpopulation, the internet, and technology, the world is becoming more analogous and the people are becoming more alike. In the future, everyone will be connected. Everybody's skin, flesh, hair, visceral, consciousness and mind content will be blurred and merge into one another as a unified whole, where one never knows exactly what or where anything is, who anyone is, or where one person begins and and another ends. When we look at the earth from outer space, the color of the earth's atmosphere will appear "human toned" because the whole of earth's surface will be covered and embodied in this homogenous and gigantic mixture of "human substance". And when aliens visit earth, they will experience the whole of human condition as a unified, singular, and coherent field of perceptual and cognitive experience where there's no room for diversity, violence, and multiplicity.


Monday, November 16, 2009

I wrap my intestines around my face
Eat through the bones

It tastes like my shadow
is short and sweet

the tongue under the lock
is smaller than the rain drop's hands.


Sculpting the Whole World.

If I have the power to obtain immortality and have all the time there is and ever will be, I would like to embark on an enormous artistic endeavor. I will figure out a way to ask the whole world to pose for me or invent a device to freeze the world so I can model and create an exact duplication of its entirety. I want to make sculptures every EVERY single object and person on earth. The end product will look just like the earth. The only differences will be that my sculpture of the world will be non-utilitarian and useless, and that nothing in it will have colors - all objects will be glazed and painted in various shades of grey. I will start at the inner core of the earth, work my way up to the mantle, crust, the hydrosphere and lastly, the atmosphere. I will then work on the objects on the surface of the earth by using various materials such as clay, paper, plastic, metal, plaster, wood, and stone to re-create copies of everyone on this planet, life sized. I will make every person in the world my model and make them in the exact positions and gestures, expressions, and temperament they were asked to pose in or were frozen in. I want to create a sculpture of every blade of grass, every drop of water, every petal of every flower, every single grain of rice on every plate of leftover foods, every piece of clothing, every single car, house, animal, insect, guitar, coin, chair, table, spoon, stained underwear, broken condom, bloody tampon, every word in every page of every book embedded in every range of emotion from love to hate, pride to fear, etc and etc and etc.. Lastly, I will make a final figure sculpture of myself sculping myself sculpting myself sculpting myself sculpting myself. I will regress into an infinite cycle and become smaller and smaller until I am condensed into the size of a clay particle., Then I will flow into the deep space of the universe and watch my sculpture mound itself right along side the real earth and as they spin together in harmony from outer space and be hailed as the greatest sculptor the universe has ever known.


I hate switching earrings. I wish I had multiple pairs of ears that I can put in my drawer, each pair with a different sets of earrings on them already. So instead of changing earrings on my one pair of ear, I'll just attach, de-attach, and re-attach my multiple pairs of ears if I want different pairs of earrings. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to hear differently too.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

My new sculpture :

Woman with Shark as Womb

the jaws of a shark is always for me, a metaphor for a woman;s womb/reproductive system.

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for the rest of my sculpture work.




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