化鹏（Dai Peng）
简历
化鹏，1985年出生于山东
2007年毕业于中国美术学院综合绘画系
群展、电影节
2012 中国第九届独立影像年度展，南京
2011 深圳湾国际艺穗节，深圳
中国第八届独立影像年度展，南京
“录像艺术终端”--The Region of Veneto，威尼斯TheSeven Projects主办
2011年希腊Video艺术节Miden Kalamata’s Historic Centre，希腊
无边界：青年实验影像在线计划”第一回“生息”，FT中文网
2010 “灰色想象”，当代唐人艺术中心，香港
2009 横滨电子艺术节杭州单元，横滨
“灰色想象”当代唐人艺术中心，曼谷
个展
2012 LOST-标本丢了钥匙，清影当代艺术空间， 杭州
艺术家作品
LOST 影片截图
LOST 影片截图
LOST 影片截图
LOST 影片截图
LOST 影片截图
LOST 展览现场
LOST 展览现场
LOST 展览现场
《LOST》艺术家自述
在《LOST》这部动画的创作中，我花了一年的时间去研究个人的工作方式。在这期间里没有助手参与制作，这样我不需要给其他人做出任何解释，反而作品会更有意思。
动画是时间缩影，它的每一帧可以包含一个瞬间，或一段历史。长时间、缓慢的制作周期，这与快节奏的社会形成一种对比。这是一种私人的创作方式，我在其过程中也获得了一种自知。
在《LOST》的制作中我尝试寻找一种新的视觉语言与材料，硫酸纸、普通纸张、玻璃、台灯，这些都是日常中很容易找到的材料。把不同的硫酸纸进行打印、剪刻、黏贴、喷胶的方式制作成动画中的每个元素，最后把它们放在层层玻璃的灯台上进行拍摄，这样影片就慢慢地形成了。
《LOST》在翻译中是迷失，困惑的意思，我更认为这是一种自我蜕变的过程。
正如影片从一个幽静、空灵的山林镜头开始，转眼见暴雨来袭，一段犹如梦境般的变劫与自我摧毁的撕裂焦灼在一起，把眼前的一切推向一个远点，至消失。再次睁开双眼时依旧是空灵的山林，但已模糊不清。安静会被偶然的喧闹打破，同然喧闹也会被淹没在大海的宁静中。一切犹如梦幻泡影。
Self Introduction for "LOST"
For creating the animation "LOST", I have spent the whole year to find my own way of working. Without any assistants, I do not need to explain anything to anyone else, which would make the artwork much more interesting.
The animation is the concrete and essence of the time. Every single frame could contain a flash of moment or a history. The long, slow and time-consuming creation process is a kind of contradiction of the fast-pacing society. It is a kind of private way of creation. And I get to know myself more in that process.
By creating the animation, I try to find a new kind of visual language and material. I use all those material that can be easily found in our mundane life, like tracing paper, common paper, glass and lamps. I print, cut, slice, create collages and glue them together with different types of tracing paper to create every element in the animation, then shoot them on glass piled upon the lamps. In this way, the animation makes its way.
Just like the word "LOST" means, I think it's kind of a self-transforming process.
As the animation began with a scene of silent, spiritual mountain, with the up-coming heavy rain, like a dream, the tearing anxiety of self-destroying along side with a catastrophe were pushing everything in front of the eyes into a vanishing point in the distance, then diminishing in the end. When the eyes opened once again, there was still the scene of spiritual mountain, though it was blurred. Sometimes, the silence may be disrupted by sudden noises, while the noise may be also sinked and buried into the silence of the sea. All in all, just like an ephemeral bubble in my dream.
