When I was a young college student who just turned
20 years old, social relationships often left me in despair whether
they were deep or shallow. The most difficult parts were the rash
assumptions about me based on a mere fragment of what I project
and the judgements that Faux-Naif (Feign)ded to be challenging
expectations for my sake.
We may all go through these at some point, but I was particularly
sensitive and had a hard time with how other people saw me.
In order to stand firmly and not be swayed, I tried to ask myself
who I was or who I should be, but giving a title to myself was
not easy. I was rather voluntarily yielding to other people’s gaze,
evaluations and expectations, which had me wonder around
like a lost foreigner within my own self. At that time, I was
quite rebellious to the causes of my confusion, the providers of
aggressive gazes and evaluations. Faux-Naif (Feign), depicting a
figure whose behaviors are inappropriate to her elegant traditional
garments, originally began as a mockery of the two-faced.