About me

Guo Tongxin (郭童心) , an independent filmmaker, electronic sound artist, illustrator, multimedia artist. Currently studying the Master Artistic Research in and through Cinema at the Netherlands Film Academy. Before that, she took a three years master degree in Journalism and Communication at Xiamen University.

Her current art works are always a combination of audio and visual, discussing the illusion of emotions and memories. These works often take the individual perspective as an entry point and are closely related to social issues and humanistic concerns.

past

BA International Business and Trade, Xiamen University Tan Kah Kee College, 2016-2020;
MA Journalism and Communication, Xiamen University, 2020-2023
MA Artistic Research in and through Cinema, Netherlands Film Academy, 2023-present

Short film "The Roses" exhibited at "the non-exist dream" at Zhengzhou, Henan
Short film "The Blue Filter" exhibited at" The Boundless Dream" at Quanzhou, Xiamen
Short Film “Spider” was selected to be the finalist of the MINT Chinese film festival

personal website

INS
https://instagram.com/thereseguo_?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Bandcamp
https://tongxinguo.bandcamp.com/
NetEase Cloud Music https://y.music.163.com/m/artistid=48135856&userid=318092802&app_version=8.6.01
Xiaohongshu
https://www.xiaohongshu.com/user/profile/58abdcb050c4b42976772535?xhsshare=CopyLink&appuid=5e2419760000000001009908&apptime=1667219726

On-going Projects

Bruises on skin

When the disease strikes.
The skin begins to embrace
And time becomes a ruler. 

The old slowly peels away.
And the new grows back. 

Retracing the self is a penal colony of deprivation. 

In the midst of a mismatch of identities
I’ve lost my words
When time was called space
Civilisation became a metaphor 

And disease was the fashion 

And yet
New wounds mount up
As the sea crawls over the sand  

Every voice re-grows identity
Every identity is like a bruise


当疾病降临时
皮肤 开始接纳
时间变成一把戒尺 

旧的缓缓剥开
新的重新生长 

回溯自我是一场剥离的徒刑 

身份的错置之中
我失去了语言
时间被称作空间
文明成为一种隐喻 

疾病则是时尚 

然而
新的创伤重峦叠起
如同海水爬过沙滩  

每一个语言都让身份重新生长
每一个身份都如同瘀伤

(08/oct/2023, Tongxin)


I keep coming back to the summer of 2013, the first time an immune disease(atopic dermatitis, AD) swept through my body while I retained the memory. My skin began to break out in a red rash, then became fragile, sensitive, and dry as it spread to my neck, cheeks, and limbs. This horrible disease had disturbed my skin before this when I was a baby, but it only made memories for my mother. 

Last year, after I thought I was free of this disease, the genes were reawakened because of stress and life disorder. The immune trauma revisited my body and was worse than ever. I had to abandon all other social identities, give up socialising, give up late-night drinking and all the behaviors that lead to self-destruction, and reacquaint myself with my body. When the disease hit, I regained my sense of touch on my skin - my first contact with the outside world. 

What we take in, what we see, what we record, what we absorb, and what we expel. From the inside out, the old identity blossomed like a bruise on my skin-It fades away, as the sea crawls over the sand;or overlaps and undulates, creating new wounds. 

Going back to the past self may not help. But the marks that remain on my skin are a testament to time, a return to my self-identity. 

experimental film (1)
(bruises on skin)

My body is a Haunted Space/ It
闹鬼场/它
I did director, performance, sound design, production design for this film.

What else should I do with you?
You cold, hard creature.Yet so vivid, flesh and blood.
You dreamy monster.Blurred, rosy, swollen like smoke.
How vague is your birth,how slow is your pace;Without a joint, what are you clinging to?
You disabled ideal.You cruel witness.Between fortune and misery, well and unwell.
You crawl on the ground,planted in the invisible walls.
What else should I do with you?
Distance you, or embrace you;Turn away or gaze at you.
I didn't find you, in bones and lime, in the shadowed woods.
I didn't find you, in a moist womb,In the corridor of light.
In the wreckage of time, in a whirl,In the crowd, you walk as fast as fly, leaving starbursts sprout from my body, silent as a goodbye.
我该拿你怎么办?你这冰冷坚硬的生物。栩栩如生,血肉鲜明。你这如梦似幻的造物,模糊、粉红、膨胀如同烟雾。你的出生如何模糊,你的步伐如何缓慢;没有支点,你将依附于什么?你这残疾的理想,你这残酷的见证人。介于幸运与不幸之间,健康与不健康之间。你匍匐在地板,根植于无形之墙。我该拿你怎么办?疏远你,或是接受你;转过头去,或是凝视你。我没有在骨骼与石灰中,黑暗的丛林中,发现你。我没有在潮湿的子宫,光明的长廊,发现你。在时间的残骸,在一场眩晕中,在人群中, 你健步如飞, 留下星光点点, 从我身体发芽,寂静得如同告别。

Video Works

Spider 蜘蛛

This is an experimental short film that combines psychological thriller with the female perspective, suggesting the interaction of gender power through several clues.
I took on the positions of director, writer, producer, art direction, sound designer, music, editor, and colorist, and created a rich audio-visual effect for it.

The Girl and The Room

“The Girl and the Room” is a three-minute short film about the reverie of a girl in a room in the face of an imminent problem, the change to be made, the curiosity and fear of herself... It is a poetic short film full of memories, fantasies, and emotions.Girls' love is always full of ambiguous, intense, and ever-changing fantasies. Facing the foreign objects intruding in the room, the girl develops a bold imagination, the room and the table become her painting canvas, in which she creates fiction, memories, trees, oceans, walls, plastic balloons... All the old memories of things are invoked by her, inserted into the reverie.
I was in charge of the director, writer, cinematographer, sound design, and music of the short film.

The Blue Filter 3‘’21

“The Blue Filter” is a loose, soft rebellion against the control of the medium, a journey towards dipping into the blue by recording random news information that I came across on a given day, random sounds of feedback, and re-editing it. In both windows, I inserted random news, random sounds, including some pauses in my retelling of the news, and flawed fragments that should have been rejected by the news clips as rubbish, but I chose to use them as a counterpoint to the controlled media messages.I used natural sounds that I accidentally made during an emotional polarization within a day, as well as some random news received through a medium within a day. Such as plane crashes, regional epidemics, government fertility policies, women's social security incidents, and so on...These contents include trending topics, comments from netizens, fake news, etc.After three minutes and six seconds, only blue remains on the screen. It silently submerges both the two windows; like a significance of our emotions, also a significant that information submerges the audiences silently.

Sound Works

A showreel of my sound works till 2022

My music websites:
https://tongxinguo.bandcamp.com/
https://y.music.163.com/m/artist?id=48135856&userid=318092802&app_version=8.6.01

Paintings&Graphic Designs&Photography

A showreel of my graphic designs till 2022


A showreel of my photographs till 2022

Performances

HRSELF 2022
“HERSElF” is a process of self-exploration. The original question is: "Who am I", and I tried to restore the appearance in the connections with friends. But people are always full of filters for each other, gradually my original intention-the further exploration of myself was dispelled by me, and I began to take out the parts of myself, then to reflect and observe myself like I was an object.
By connecting with people and self-reflection, I decided to describe a situation, an emotion, a memory, or a state. I fabricated seven roles and painted them from a fictional painter’s point of view, to capture different identities, states...I built background boards for them, and I made up seven chapters, and seven different types of portraiture. Each chapter is more like a puzzle to be deciphered for the spectator - who is she? Or what exactly is she?In the final presentation, I decided to reposition them in the real context, and insert this narrative into different contexts as an interlude by finding a suitable place.
I took the positions of painter, performer, director, and also music.

HERSELF: paintings and writings

任(Ren)
Ren felt that her teeth were ugly. It was the second day of her breakup. She didn't feel much about being cheated on. She was just sulking that her ex had lost his temper at her in the back seat of the taxi someday. She followed the man on social media before, and she kept checking every girl he followed recently, and they all have gorgeous teeth. She noticed this, and few days later she stopped reading her ex-boyfriend's feed, but began to feel that she her teeth are ugly.But she knew very well that her teeth were actually very neat, and she was just embarrassed by the facial structure problems that her teeth has caused, or hated the little canine tooth that showed when she laughed. The doctor gave her a plan and let her drink porridge for half a month.Later, when the orthodontic treatment was in the final stage, she suddenly realized that the problem was not with her teeth, but with the bridge of her nose, which was not in harmony with her face, or her cheekbones were too wide. She is planning cosmetic surgery and has been browsing social media for reviews and analysis of different procedures. She's a little hesitant about this type of surgery, despite the enthusiasm that social media keeps sending her doctors' cases. After half a month of interviewing, she fell in love with the girl she met at the intersection opposite the hospital. When they kissed, the girl would always rub the tip of her nose gently. Ren didn't think there was anything wrong with her nose afterwards.

洪(Hong)
Hong has a less-than-perfect family background. Her parents divorced when she was three years old, and her memories of her biological father are full of violence, abuse and alcohol, then her mother took her to remarry, however, her stepfather did not care much about her. Although she always gives Hong what she thinks is the best, her mother has is  stubborn and irritable because of the efforts she spends to make a living, which is also the strongest trait Hong inherited from her mother - and of course, the surname Hong. Hong doesn't talk much, but she has the same stubborn temper, the daily conversations with her mother always slide into huge quarrels. The faults belong to both of them.But every time, no matter whether Hong wins or loses, when the hysterical sound disappears from her ears, she feels as if something has subverted her, making her float in a broken boat, lonely and sadness in the dark. Hong doesn't like black.Later, Hong realized that her mother chose to divorce at a time when women were demanding too much—her life had never been easy. She may have forgiven her mother's bad temper, but not by compromising. She gradually retreated from the bad cycle between the two and was finding other ways to cope.But red became a seed in Hong's inner character, which she sees as a symbol of her mother's struggle to come out of a hard life. Red, a bright, extreme but brave color. Intense, and not so healthy. But always a part of her.She took that part bravely and kept fighting the bad side of her character. After all, not every story has a perfect beginning and a perfect ending.

HERSELF: Walking in the city
The street is a public context that is open to people, and every walk on the street is integration and an intrusion into that context, a concept similar to that of a room of one's own, but not identical in its spatial meaning. For me, the street is narrative and storytelling. Its context fits into the logic of my work.
For women, urban walking has a special meaning. The material for HERSELF are taken from women friends of mine whose stories take place in the city, so I wanted to bring the series back to the city, to be around them. For me, presenting the work in the city is a way of making the stories walk in the city.

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