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3 July 2014

Kechun Zhang, The yellow river surging Northward thunderously

Saying that it is a song is a joke. Saying that it is our mother river or the root of our souls is deliberate oblivion.

Indulging in the turbulent pleasures of the modern world day after day, we put the winding river out of our minds, no longer taking even a moment to gaze calmly upon it.

That is why I decided to follow its pace. I think that mountains and rivers are nothing a photographer may properly comment on. But the time has come for me to wake my silent soul up and to keep watching quietly on its flow through the seasons, to stare at it through this journey.

In such a noisy world, there is perhaps nothing better than a fresh and simple ballad to praise its original noble colour, its legendary past and present, and its inexhaustible drifting from place to place.

This project came to my mind after I read Chengzhi Zhang’s novel River of the North. Once along the way, the stream of reality swept the river from my mind. The river of legend is no more. Nevertheless, in a vast country with a long history, the future is always bright. Weak moaning finally will be drowned by a shout of joy. From this point of view, it seems, all is hopeful.

Kechun Zhang

Artist presented by Bohnchang Koo for the Discovery Award of the Rencontres d’Arles.

Exhibition venue : Atelier de Chaudronnerie, Parc des Ateliers, Rencontres d’Arles 2014.