Usually ordinary things occupy most of our space and deeply support normal running of our life. However, the attention paid by us to them is almost negligible.
As the footprints and by-products of human activity, household garbages and wastes are unavoidable. They also belong to ordinary things and are on the list ignored by us.
Photography based on philosophical perception is common, detail and also ordinary. Perception, mentioned in The Birth of the Clinic by Michel Foucaul, is not just looking or watching. It also includes imagination of someone else. In his book Death and Labyrinth: The World of Raymond Rousse, Foucaul said: people write because they want to become someone else. But in my mind, today's photography puts more emphasis on self-think through perception of something else.
Based on the dignified and ceremonious perception of ordinary things, photography motivates us to pay attention to their corporality. Thanks to this alchemy, they are endowed with visual tension and infinite imaginary space, which is far beyond their ordinary usage.
Although these ordinary wasted things can walk into art palace hall due to the magic of alchemy, how does this kind of transformation or evolution happen? Facing this kind of evolution, I am lost in deep thought again. What is photography? How does photography swing between medium and material? Does the artist with this magic know the inside secret? And how does he think of the title of artist brought by the magic? So, these are my real problems when I am perceiving these ordinary things.