Sunday, 18 December 2011

walk alone


I walked alone last night,
I walk alone tonight,
I will walk alone tomorrow night.
I always believe so.

I did not want to speak to anyone, 
because someone hurt me,
so I decided to not speaking, for prevent disappointment. 
so I walked into your tiny glass house without one word.

you were taking care of your tiny fireplace,
the fire was squeezing mild noises,
the rain was falling and fading,
the silence flickering...  

at this moment, I changed my mind.

Monday, 5 December 2011

What keeps you awake at night?
Andra Ursuta: I worry about everything - especially the past. Somehow it seems a lot more
menacing than the future.

Sunday, 27 November 2011

window light

I don't have the habit of peeping actually.

Noted that window last evening, around 6 o'clock, while I was waiting for bus downstairs of my home, inadvertently.
Longtime no such feeling.
Skin of my hands became crispy and white as paper, nose frozen.
Looking to the urban moon disguised by the streetlight, four coordinates to the right,piece of a window lit by fluorescent tubes.
It is probably an office.
Empty ceiling.
But it doesn't means beneath of it is empty too, that office might be filled by white-collars scratching their ears and heads, working overtime.
After all, if nobody's there, then why bother lighting.
But that small piece of fluorescent tubes, 
is so calm, as nobody was there, admiring itself.

That was the most remote and most deserted corner of this world or some world.
An illusory corner, even a Leica lens can't zoom in it enough to see.

Indifferently, it seized an unreachable distance which fascinated me irresistibly.

           

Thursday, 24 November 2011

perfo..r....m.........a............n................c................e

Last week, recommended by my classmate, I went to Anri Sala's exhibition in Serpentine.
That was the very first time that an exhibition made me cried.
Especially "3-2-1", a performance results a improvisational duo between two saxophonists in different time and space, combines so perfectly music,video and the gallery space...
This performance moved me so deeply.
Then I went to serpentine twice more until the exhibition ended, spent almost whole day in the gallery to staying in the dark space and listening to the music and sketching.







And this charges me an strong impulse of performing.
So I decided to do a performance about music in our little exhibition at the end of term.
Music, which is probably much more important for me than fine art, I must confront it.
Compared with just hanging my drawings on the wall, I would choose to try something more dangerous/experimental like this.
I don't have to be afraid, actually. Today I visit the performances of "Manifesto" in triangle space, an exhibition organized by students of our college. 

They are very calm, just  do their performance even sometimes audience doesn't pay attention.  I was worry if my performance will be failed, will be not attractive, will be meaningless. But now I have the confidence, I want to give it a try even I can't find an adequate reason for it.
Yesterday, on Dan's seminar, he mentioned Mary Kelly's view of performing art. Kelly insists people should respect the pain of the performer. Although I am not that painful and I don't want to audience take it too heavily, but I hope my performance can vibrant the inner of the audience, brighten or cast a shadow on their mind. 

aaaaaaaaaaanyway.  Take a deep breath.


Tuesday, 8 November 2011

swirl swiirl swiiirl

I...
am in a swirl.
I made it.


I...
am dancing in it.
I've been forced.


I...
am pressing myself.
I have to.


I...
am tired of all.
Because of ___.

Saturday, 29 October 2011

neglected or forgotten








Most of time, reality is neglected or forgotten in the nearest corner. Maybe.

Thursday, 27 October 2011

deep ocean, vast sea

I love the way my studio smells.
It varies every day.  But on a solid basis. Unchangeable.

It might be toxic.    It is addicting. 
Let's say it's mentally safe but physically harmful.

I've recently cut my hair... and I became a little bit childish, babyish and dependent"ish".

I write blog less frequently than last year. 
First reason, the desk in my new home is not suitable for working on. Little & messy.                 
        Height is not correct neither.
Second reason, maybe I only write when I feel lonely.


Do you feel lonely now, you ask. 
I can't respond. I'd better not.



Thursday, 20 October 2011

These days,these days.

I I I I... came back to London.
I don't have that real sensation yet.
But since I moved to a lovely flat only 10min from college and my new wooden desk settled in my studio, I have plenty of passion every morning.
7.45 get up, turn on my radio, roll up my curtains, have a cup of hot soya milk.
Ordinary. Mundane. somehow Meaningful, Smoothhhhhhh...
My mood and pace are gradually changing.





I don't know if I should look back.
Yesterday is vanishing under my feet.
Tomorrow is sucking my nose and I feel chilly.
I can't feel Today, it is hidden somewhere, anywhere. Well at least,
Nobody really cares.


Thursday, 13 October 2011

(my) FirstFriezeartFair

I AM EXHAUSTED...
1.00pm collected ticket at box office
1.20pm entered in fair hall
...
...
moving with the crowd wave
...
...
6.30pm exited by my last breath.

From the 10th stand, I realized that one can never really appreciate art on an art fair...
This is the first time I visit Freize...
(last year, I have 2 VIP tickets given by two artists from my hometown Nanjing but I didn't know how influential Frieze is so I just let this chance went...)
I'm not that impressed to be sincere. But compared to the ShContemporary(shanghai) art fair that I've visited this summer, I discovered it is more crowded and more compact,and of course,more international.
In ShCon, we can rarely notice a foreign artist's work, as in Frieze, only a handful Chinese works.
There are two Chinese galleries: Vitamin and Long march. The former has a stand here for 6 years and the later one 4 years.  After them seems there is none new-joined Chinese gallery. I've interviewed the execution director David Tung, he answered me how he think about this, I'll post them in the next blog, I'm really tired today... so many infos I have to force my brain to memorize...I need sleeping but I guess:

Nothing Disappears Only Our Amnesia Arises


when I arrived with full of love and hope, those two poor birds are already been removed, only those two poor cages and I remained.

Monday, 9 May 2011

"Tihs ctiy blegnos to tooorrmw or ytesderay? ""Tdoay?"


YesterdaypigeonsareapartofbuidingstoO


TodaylondonisgloomytoO


TomorrowwherewegotO

Saturday, 30 April 2011

love this country more&more, naturally










Before I came to England, I only knew Sherlock Holmes and Miss Marple.
But now I know I have much more places to explore...


Gilbert, hope one day I can go to your concert. And I always insist a real piano suit you more!

Friday, 22 April 2011

春はあけぼの。

Spring is best at dawn.

The famous first phrase of the Pillow Book.
While read it loudly with the rhythm and tone, time seems retrospect to thousand years ago.
Ancient people have such a tender, sensitive heart. Even a short phrase can evoke a long imagination and satisfaction. Us, living in a world with contrary pace and direction can hardly moved by those classical words.

We are blinded by trivial things or, something not that important when you think at the third time. Maybe ancient people think we are utterly stupid.
But something is really important in our contemporary life, we can't  pretend that we don't care about them at all.

And this made me question myself, an important choice in the life:
"To be a Tao Yuanming, live far away from the noise; or fight with the reality, fight for the peace and truth and more rights?"

At least now I don't think one can successfully combine these two.
I think I should choose one.
Or I have another choice? live ordinarily, don't starve myself and family...(Or this is just the Tao Yuanming mode?)


Anyway, these days I found lots of fun of reading traditional oriental literature, this is a good sign for me.

Monday, 4 April 2011

familiar places’ unfamiliar places



Reach

Capital Capillary Vessel
                                        

Barbican back

I want to live around Barbican...

Sounds a shame, I never went to the roof garden of my student hall which I can see through my window everyday. Today i have the courage to go there... compare to the view from my window, it seems so tiny... it's not something disappointing. Only 2 months left  to stay in this hall, maybe I will make a cup of herbal tea, grab a book and my red-orange blanket and cushion, pass a cold peaceful time every morning/afternoon from now...



Sunday, 3 April 2011

break with

well, I totally fell behind my classmates...
my FMP is still in the research period...
I think I must miss the exhibition, 100%"ly".

Alas, since I already lose that chance, then the only thing I can do is calm down, then keeping do it until satisfied.

Hope my tutors will not think I am a bad student, this is the only thing I beg

this is the stuff that I am making now

Sunday, 6 March 2011

dimanche soir à Londres, to be un flâneur

5:00 pm Candid Arts/ Photography Exhibition

Mike Lin

Katie Kavanagh

Robert Quinn
I love to observe a door at the same angle.

*  *  *
6:00 Barbican Art Gallery (lower)

Electric Chair
This is a work can make you feel coldness climbing on your back.
Its about conversation.

6:30 Barbican Art Gallery (upper)
Performance: Walking on the Wall
Trisha Brown
The artist want to break the natural balance, experiment a fresh new way of our daily living method.
For me, this is a performance investigating how people encounter each others and how they act, react.
There are several different pattern, but limited and repeated.
Life is just like this.
 Although one is a particular existence, no one can escape the routine planned.
And we can always find the same pattern around.

----
Gordon Matta-Clark is an artist who attracts me.
Through his works I can found some common interests between us.
Spaces
especially the overlapping of spaces
or melting lots of spaces on a plate surface
I finally found someone obsessed by this subject.
Maybe because I've just realized this is one of my major interests.

*  *  *
7:30pm Barbican center level 4 


I found 905 here.

*  *  *
7:45pm Curve

Cory Arcangel
Beat the Champ
No where is more suitable than Curve to curate this exhibition, I dare to say.

---
A cup of hot chocolate.
---
8:00pm Silk Road Exit










Thursday, 3 March 2011

02三03三11

After have lunch, I went to Tate Britain and have a quick look of the new exhibition Water Colour.


Wednesday's afternoon, visitors made the place looks like a market, I really can't concentrate...But still its a funny experience, I even share my views with a stranger.
     "Oh, this cheese looks really delicious!"
     "Definitely tempting! Wednesday market always has fresh foods!"
Just a joke.


My phone suddenly rang, made me extremely embarrassed. But in the next second, I saw an inconspicuous drawing in the corner.
Oh my god it's Beardsley!
I never thought I'll come across his work in a Wednesday market, after an embarrassing call, with a bad mood.


But because it is a Beardsley, I don't care.


*                *                 *
Tracy Emin's work is also in this exhibition.
       The Last week in April 1998
To be honestly, I'm more interested in the title of this work than the work it self.
I thought about my FMP,905.


The last week in April 1998, I was 6 years plus ten-ish days old.
This is an ambiguous but precise time period, which I'm sure that I've experienced it me too.


I don't know why, but this title shocked me more violently than I see the date of my birthday or other's birthday or other special date.


I'll reflect thoroughly the reason and maybe it will become a very critical factor in my project.


——————————————————————
Then Kate,Victoria and Emily brought us to Hayward Gallery to see the British Art show 7 which Anne recommended too.


I really love southbank especially the Waterloo Bridge, I always change bus there. And I always use a magic dark stair to climb onto the bridge side where the bus stop located.
I didn't know that stair was a part of Hayward Gallery.
But I always imagine this is a secret passage to another space or to future or past like described in 1Q84.


We entered in that huge dark-grey labyrinth-like building. 
But since I suffered the strong wind on the whole journey(we walked to there), I feel a bit out of spirits.
And my brain starts to react unfriendly to those art pieces. None pleased me.
I entered in two screening room, so many people there I can't breath, plus the video irritated me so I sneaked out.
Eventually
I found a calm dark room which has only one viewer(who left very soon), I can finally sit down on a chair, on the screen there is something burning beautifully with a clear,calming sound.
I,like a tired adventurer finally found a warm flame in the jungle, can finally calm down and have a good dream.


I didn't red the description of this work before I enter.
I don't know what was this video for.
But even this is like a "Noise Collection MTV", when I closed my sleepy eyes, I felt the vibration, I've been healed.


Now I figured out why I love this piece.
I missed so much those noises once accompanied me.


When I was at home:
There were very talkative birds in the  morning;
noisy neighbor who was trying to reconstruct his house in the afternoon;
Voice of talk at the coming home time;
Sounds of cooking at dinner time;
Dogs' barking in the evening;
Cats' fighting or crying;
Frogs' clubbing at the night.


*   *   *
There were too many volunteers around, I felt uneasy,even they were friendly.
I wanted to take a photo of a window in the gallery.


To realize this idea, I talked to the volunteer, talked to the tickets office staff, phoned the curator of this exhibition Tom, got the permission; talked to the manager once more; talked to the volunteer once more, finally I can take a photo.
These people are all very friendly, I have to say.
But I think I'm a little abnormal,because my head was still dizzy.




I'm sorry to disturbed you all, my head is dizzy then!



Tuesday, 1 March 2011

I am awake, but I am in a dream

                                                ——Film Review of Fellini Satyricon

Actually, I am not capable to write the review of Fellini Satyricon, reasons are:
First of All, we have only watched the first half of the film due to its length. Secondly, the film is dubbed in English mixed with a strong Italian accent (or just an imitation?) for me, a terrible English user, I can hardly understand what were they saying.

Even though the narration of the story is fragmented in my eyes, it hurts my subjectivity, but I am pretty sure that the unduplicable uniqueness and greatness of this film already started to sting my nerves.

For me, it is easy to associate the Tang Dynasty to the ancient Rome. Their wise, open-minded people have admiring culture and respectful aesthetic. These ancient people never try to hide their mad pursuit of desire. “Les gens, tout de même!”(People, all the same!) This association calmed me quickly. Fellini well represented that attractive era with the most impossible imagination: carnivalistic backgrounds, wild colours, exciting crowd, bewildering conversations and messy temptations.

As Fellini said himself, it is not a historic documentary, but a scientific imaginary film. It is a film clearly built on a personal fantasy basis. When I was sitting in the leopard print armchair of Odeon, I thought: This man is filming his dream! But meanwhile, I realized that he is not simply filming nonsense and pure illusion. He’s got the frankness of ancient roman people---he didn’t hide what he tries to create. At Contrast, the slightly out of sync soundtrack; the bold, abnormal colour of background; the ambiguous, confusing acts of people… That’s the total of necessary elements of every dream of every ordinary or unordinary people. That’s the reason why I can’t laugh at some scenes the others laugh at, I even feel panic:
I am awake, but I am in a dream. This is a dream of a strange person, but I feel so familiar.

Today, this kind of bold fantasy is rare, because people are caged by common sense. We are not frank enough. This is the public moral of new age. Our body and vision are covered by thick grey urban dust. We can’t touch each other directly. We are safe, but lone. I can clearly remember that some course mates who didn’t want to pick up the handout of this film said: it’s sick! Well, maybe dust is too thick on them?

In conclusion, the biggest impact on me is the boldness and dreaming. I think dreaming, as the contrary of reality(which is confront to “science” nowadays), is near its extinction. For myself, every time when I try to imagine something, it is so frustrating. I am not free anymore.

Fellini’s talent is so enviable.
Dreaming is an ability, but to let others dream with you, is a talent.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

to memorise these wednesday mornings:

Operation Instruction: Final Project (Family Use Only)

Emotional Preparation Step One:

I love 20th 90’s.
People living in that time seems have more bold ambitions and imaginations than today.
Skyscrapers
Business
Urban
Neon
Mixed with the fear and Excitement of the end of the century
Everyone act rashly brave

I have a crush on this period
Maybe because even I’ve experienced it, I can never really understand it.
I was too young then.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

..--..-..--..-.--..-.-.-.-.--

these days Im in a kind of unstable status
loads of works wait to be completed
desperate, without any delicious food to comfort me
quarrel with parents
还有各种节日的综合病症
on the edge of explosion

I want to sleep and never open my eyes again
only in the dream           I feel safe and warm
                  can I keep sleep?
                  can I keep sleep?



Ma version de Romance ...

Après vu ce film, j'ai tellement à réfléchir, à rechercher dans mon enfance et dans mon souvenir...C'est une émotion compliquée et difficile à m'exprimer...
Alors je peux que prendre ma guitare et jouer ce morceau qui raconte tout...

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Odéon, belly and heart

(currently can't write review coz I even can't finish my essays which is due this friday!! 凸-  - )












    I love the colour and composition of this Fellini's production even though the story is a little bit confusing.
   but I guess most european people have a kind of worship of the ancient Roma perhaps, like many Chinese worship the great Tang Dynasty.
   Think about this point, I was not as confusing as beginning and temporarily transferred my attention from trying understand the story and ambiguous dialogues to the beautiful coulour and well-considered sceneries or just simply a fast image.
  It's hard to imagine how to produce this film in that era... so many actors, so many delicate sceneries, so many gorgeous costumes and stage props...for such a controversial, obscure scenario...
  I have to stop here!Go Back To My ESSAYS!
  Sorry the music is not adapt to this blog but I'm already un poco loco!!