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Seward, Nebraska

Sewerd, Nebraska | 2009 | Photo by Jen-Kuang Chang Walking around the neat town square of Seward, Nebraska in a sunny morning with an over-espressoed mind filled with lines from Max Frisch’s Homo Faber was a guileless oddity. Frisch’s timeless brawl of technological omnipotence versus fate was briskly fused with Volker Schlöndorff’s cinematic brilliance flashing in my head. What would be his directorial attitude if Schlöndorff were to include the...

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University of Nebraska-Lincoln City Campus

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The Don L. Love Memorial Library at UNL | 2009 | Photo by Jen-Kuang Chang   Waking up around 5 a.m. on Black Friday to visit major retailers with my handheld field-recording devices has developed into an annual ritualistic comportment over the past few years. The massive sonic scenery of the crowd swarming toward doorbusters was extraordinary, and to me, this was the sound symbolizing the love, adoration, and the...

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Fashion I

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Fashion I | 2006 | Jen-Kuang Chang   Spending this seasonably chilly night to unhurriedly categorize Fashion, a series of graphics completed a few years back, was starting to feel like watching the remake of Planet of the Apes without the complimentary popcorn and soda. I handled myself, little by little, with some extraneous thoughts developed after rereading Sun Tzu’s The Art of War and few petite bites of Hachez...

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Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis

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Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis | 2009 | Photo by Jen-Kuang Chang   The Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis felt more like a minimalistic boonies when I entered it. It was an eventless Wednesday afternoon after all. I decorously circled through the group exhibition, titled “For the blind man in the dark room looking for the black cat that isn’t there,” like a civilized zombie hungry for the art. I...

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Laumeier Sculpture Park

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  My mind was unfrozen by the unusually warm November morning while driving toward Laumeier Sculpture Park located in the outskirt of St. Louis. Pristine visual memory of Louise Bourgeois’s enormous spider sculpture flashed with her remark, invading my abysmal sense of direction, bit by bit.   "Emotions are universal. The artist has access to his unconscious through his work. This is a gift, and it is magic. My work...

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