不隨手系列 #2: Visagite

First Movement

Visagite, alike face, is often not visible from behind; presence, especially one’s weight of existence, however, is absolutely visible.

The ordered, executive collectivity and the immersed, dedicated movement of an army does not come from their theatrical performance conducted in face of publicity, but heavily roots in the repetitive actions, sharpened spirits and the affective expression of their lively life.

To recognize one’s Visagite, one has to judge not by the looks of their hands, but the power and precision within their gesture; one has to pay close attention to not the silhouette of their body but the ephemeral traces of life formed under their movements.

Vitality is not a euphoric eruption of ecstasy, but the grandeur inventory of time within one’s commitment, no matter the means or the circumstances.

Second Movement

Reflection, alike face, is often visible from front; emotion, micro-muscles, and neurons inhabited on the face, therefore, penetrates one’s mask of escape.

The smirk and the smile, accompanied with the arrogance and the insatiable desire for fulfillment, deepens the pit between their nose and fluttering eyelashes.

Witness the shoes. Do they tread in airy comfort, or march in rigid propriety? Witness the drape. Does it hang in loose indifference, or cling in suffocating tension? Witness the countenance. Is it a fortress of concealment, or a chasm of the void? Witness the hands. Are they knotted in defense, or open in surrender?

The silence of the rhythm is the permanence of memory. He who pierces through the eyes shall see the truth in all men’s hearts, and wither away under all witnesses.

photographed by me, during nothing in the night.