In collaboration with Lemon Guo (music).

Presented at Ambient Church, New York.

Music: Lemon Guo

Visual: Mengtai Zhang

Projection Mapping: Eric Epstein


The works come from various of dimensions, which is an electroacoustic song cycle that evokes themes such as real and imagined past, nature and ideas of nature, dream and reality, conscious and subconscious, and schizophrenia. With the theatrical narratives, live processed voice, electronics, field recording and moving image, the works embody sentimental psychological events in both the visual and aural realms through the narratives and geometric forms.  - illusions of falling into the past. 

Black/White and Wire


In collaboration with Sforzando, specifically, work with Vasko Dukovski, Yi-ting Lu, and Catherine Phang.

 Presented at Mise_en Place, New York.

Not Fog


In collaboration with Lemon Guo's theater and audio visual pieces.

Presented at TECO, Columbia University, Consulate General of Germany in New York, SNAP (Audio Visual version).

Director and composer: Lemon Guo
Costume design: Jing Li
Visual projection: Mengtai Zhang
Vocal Ensemble: Amelie Gaulier, Anna Lublina, Anna Slate, Leigh Akin, Lemon Guo
Data Sonification: Ethan Edwards
Production Assistant: Summer Lin

Not Fog – 雾非雾, comes out of thoughts on China in the past and present. Rapid industrialization has brought with it dense and constant air pollution in nearly all major cities. The growing urban-industrial sprawl consumes more and more of the land. Economic conditions ensure that living in this environment is the only option for countless people. The smog is a long-term health hazard for all those who live and work in these environments. It also stands in contrast to a long cultural tradition in China of a deep respect and idealization of nature. Painters chose to depict mountains and rivers; poets wrote of birds and trees. These court officials lived in the great urban capitals of their time, but maintained a healthy relationship and longing for the purity of the natural world. One theme in particular they loved, was the fog, the mist, which hides the greatness of the land.