Photographic binding room

Time is not in the clock, and the bound person is not in the rope. They are far apart, and the rope just silently witnessed their story. (retouching: Teacher Cat)

In 20 16, when the first person came to me to make an appointment to tie a rope, my official WeChat account only had more than 300 followers. When I went to the appointment with my bag on my back, my pores gasped nervously.

When she arrived at the house, she was very nervous. Her eyes fell out of the room and stared out of the window. After saying hello to each other, she didn't speak for a few minutes.

The atmosphere in the room was like a pool of stagnant water, and it didn't start to ripple until I took the rope out of my schoolbag.

She leaned over and said, "Wow, is this hemp rope? It feels rough and smells a bit quaint. "

I trembled with nervousness and said, "Because it is a new rope, you are the first person to make an appointment. If you use it too much, it will become soft. "

She floated from the ripples. "Really? Am I the first to use it? " I soon fell into the ripple again. "Then I am not someone else's grindstone."

I laughed at her. "Just when I am writing a book and just finished writing a draft, you are my first secret reader."

She shook herself and let the stagnant water shine. "Very good."

She was still shivering nervously when she was tied up, and her red face seemed to be steaming away the summer. I said, "Don't be nervous, just relax and don't shake." She said, "You are obviously shaking."

There were no books hatched that summer, but my secret readers were scattered in the summer.

I have 14 ropes in common use, four of which are10m and10m are 8m. I am very proud of the short rope, and I always give priority to it under normal circumstances; The long rope is humble, and it will only come to my hand in spirit when it is needed. They have been my good partners for several years.

Shooting: Teacher Cat

17, a patient with depression came to ask me out. She really wants to try rope binding. It happened that her psychiatrist paid attention to me and asked her to come and try me.

She wanted to try being wrapped in rope, so I made her a hammock with rope. She was tied to it flat, like a cloud in the low air.

She wandered in the clouds for a while, and then began to cry, like a bird shot in the hind leg by a hunter. Her body can't fall down, so her tears fall instead of her. Tears dripped on the rope first, and some of them turned black after being absorbed by hemp, and were quickly wrapped up by bigger tears behind them.

Tears are wrapped in salt, pain and things I can't understand. They dissolve in the rope.

I put her down and she told me she was sorry. I said it doesn't matter. She asked if she could chat with me. I said yes, if you don't mind getting dark too late when you go back.

She said she didn't mind. Her world is always dark.

Turn off the lights and light the candles. When she starts talking to me, the breath will blow on the candle, so although she is motionless, it seems to be swaying. She said her life was too painful. If it weren't for her psychiatrist, she would have committed suicide.

After listening to her talk all night, I found that the darkness in her world is not the darkness of night, but the darkness of hell. The candle shed a lot of tears that night, but it didn't light up the whole house in the end.

Later, she wanted to go abroad. Before going abroad, she treated me to dinner. After eating, she began to cry again, as if she would wipe herself off when she wiped her tears with a napkin. She said that if she didn't commit suicide abroad, 18 would ask me out when she came back.

But after that meeting, she never contacted me again, and WeChat didn't return.

I often see the bright side. She just can't remember her WeChat password.

I have 14 common rope. When not in use, roll them up and pile them together. They seem to be talking to each other. Tears of depression, perfume of falling in love with dust.

The person with the most rope winding is Yadea. She has been my model since 17, and we practiced together for many days and nights.

When we practice together, we write poems like the Kuyin School. A poem should be written in four lines, discussing the sound and rhyme, scrutinizing the level tone, repeating an action dozens of times, cadencing and knowledgeable. The rope goes around her wrist, ankle, waist and crotch; Burr and skin kiss, rub, burning ring of fire, like boiling melting.

Every time I finish practicing, I feel like I'm climbing out of an alchemist's furnace. The hair covered with hemp rope is a storm under the rope.

Yadea often points to his crotch and says, "Look, it's all black."

That's for action. She is hanged more than ten times a day. Her skin abrasion is very common, and she often has to add a new wound before the old one heals. The rope softened in the process, but her scab hardened.

The same is true of the other person. When a rope is used to pull a person off the ground, one end carries all the weight of the person and the other end transfers the weight to your hand. You need to hold on to it, because once you let go, the world of ta will fall rapidly.

But the burr of hemp rope will tell you a life motto: it is very painful to keep a person's world, as painful as sticking 1000 thorns into your skin.

I have 14 common rope. When I open them, I must hold them tightly, no matter how difficult it is. Sweat can penetrate the rope, pain can be embedded in the meat, but trust can't sink into the sea.

Photography: Mu Zi

Since 16, I have tied hundreds of people, and they all have their own stories. In this process, the rope accompanied me to listen and witness; From rough to soft, from raw to round.

But just like time is not in the clock, the bound people are not in the rope, they are far apart, and the rope just silently witnessed their story.

Sometimes when I look at the rope, I feel that they remember more than me. For example, when I saw that the round rope was flat, I remembered that I accidentally stepped on it. Seeing the rope bending like a snake, I don't remember which naughty boy rolled the rope like this.

I often feel that I can't control them, and if I want to possess them again, they will wither.

At the beginning of this year, Terrace, a sex jewelry brand in Shanghai, invited me to help them make a device. Because of the epidemic, it was not until a few days ago that they started making it.

Originally, I just wanted to make a simple device, but after I finished it, at 9 o'clock in the evening, I sat under the dome woven with red rope to rest. The light is scattered among the thick hemp ropes, like the moon being cut and poured in, and the burrs are floating in the air. I can't catch it with my hands. They will avoid the airflow, but when I turn around, they will be attached to your body and ears.

If possible, I want to sit down with a fishing rod and see which naughty Mao Mao will take the bait and which story is hidden in his stomach.

Suddenly I don't want to go out. Under the dome, it is like an island. There are no residents on the island. Very quiet. No one will force you to accommodate your soul with a secular body.

Quiet just right. One more point becomes ostentation, and one less point becomes nothingness. At that time, I had a feeling that I was finally going to say goodbye to my ropes. They should find a home here. It's not the kind of home where God is invited to the big red shrine, but the quiet is once again integrated into the quiet home.

So I told the balcony staff that I wanted to use this device to connect my own rope. They said, "huh? Do you want to connect them? The colors are all different. "

Ah, never mind. I don't want to make any heavy works of art, unify all kinds of aesthetics, and then hang a "Don't touch" sign, and then let the people who come to watch scrutinize all kinds of metaphysical meanings, as if suffering from a kind of exquisite elegance.

I just want to see hundreds of different stories experienced by the rope, and finally cross between heaven and earth in a special way. As a paradise, gossip can't hurt it, and gossip can't disturb it. Hundreds of stories live on the refuge island, and there are no other residents.

Before returning to Beijing, the terrace said to help me print a card with the name of the work written on it.

Do I have to have a name? They said there must be one. I said it should be called hundreds of people.

They don't understand, isn't this a tied-up person or a bust dummy on the stage? I joked that it was more imposing!

Although I only have 14 commonly used rope, at that moment, there were definitely more stories in my mind than 14.

I thought of her, and she asked me dozens of questions to test the date.

She thought of suffering from blood disease and listed the rope as the last experience of life;

I thought of her who stuffed the hotel's free toiletries into her bag after the date;

She was ecstatic at the thought that her hand was injured and she wanted to hang her hands without hands together.

Thought of her scoliosis;

She thought of lishuiqiao's head;

Think about it, the rope dome has become a tree, and the story is its root. Like a red dream, it plunged into several cubic meters of Xiaotian land.

This is also my dream.

Professional tutor WeChat: xllx577PS: At present, this equipment can be visited for free, and curious friends can have a look. The specific address is: 20 1, Building 3, Moshangan Road, M50 Creative Park (in a shop called "Terrace"), just search Baidu map directly ~

Finally, I must thank the organizer for letting me make this installation: the terrace LOVEONTERRACE. If you like their things when you go to see the device, you can also buy them ~

Terrace LOVEONTERRACE is an artistic lifestyle brand from Shanghai. It cooperates with artists all over the world to create new concepts and emotional life objects to express love, including fashion jewelry, clothing accessories, fragrance and so on. The "terrace" symbolizes a romantic space for breathing fresh air freely. Here, you will see a fresh view of love and try an avant-garde and interesting emotional lifestyle.

Finally, put a little tidbit of making, and open it, you will be extremely comfortable! If you want, you can go to Mile Mile to connect me three times ~