ARTIST BIOGRAPHY
藝術家簡介
Jovi Ho was born and raised in Hong Kong. Ho's artistic practice comprises a range of mediums, including moving image, photography, installation and performance. Her work delves into the intricate relationships between society, humanity, and identity, as well as the complexities of memory and trauma. Through her own narratives, Ho conveys her thoughts and emotions, often employing metaphors that resonate with the audience’s personal experiences.
Ho also works on graphic design as a sideline, where she creates futuristic and metallic visual elements. She also collaborates as a freelancer for music bands and contributes to local school publications.
HONOURS PROJECT
畢業作品
纏繞
Giclee print photographs, frames, comb, hair elastics, scissors, wooden chair
藝術微噴相片,相框,梳,橡筋,剪刀,木椅
Size variable
尺寸可變
"Dear Mom, I used to hate you a lot, but I no longer do now."
In this project, I invited my mother for a hair combing session. I used the comb she once used on me and styled her hair like she did when I was a kid. While brushing, we talked about old conflicts we hadn't addressed.
As I styled her hair, I noticed it was turning grey, although it wasn't obvious when her hair was down. Using the scissors she once used to cut my hair, I started trimming the grey strands. The more I cut, the more grey hair I found, and it hit me that she's getting older.
This simple yet meaningful action of hair combing and cutting recalled our morning routine from my childhood. Moments that strengthened our mother-daughter bond. By employing the actions as catalyst of trust and intimacy, we fostered honest and open dialogue.
「媽,我曾經非常憎恨你,但我現在沒有了。」
在這份作品中,我邀請母親進行梳頭環節,使用她曾為我梳頭的梳子。過程中,我們談論了未解決的衝突。
注意到她的白髮後,我用小時候的剪刀修剪,發現越剪越多,意識到她正在變老。
這個簡單的互動喚起了童年回憶,增進了我們的情感連結,透過梳頭和剪髮,我們開啟了誠實的對話。
PREVIOUS WORK
過往作品
Video Installation, 2024, size variable, 10:15 min
In the shadows of abandonment and betrayal, haunting memories linger, entwined with pain and the dawn of relieve.
Performance, 2024, size variable, 15min
In the grip of control, suffocation stifles the breath of individuality, where friendships waver under the weight of unspoken expectations.