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.

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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.

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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.

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7:30pm Barbican center level 4 

I found 905 here.

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7:45pm Curve

Cory Arcangel

Beat the Champ

No where is more suitable than Curve to curate this exhibition, I dare to say.

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A cup of hot chocolate.

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8:00pm Silk Road Exit

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.


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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.


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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.


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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!

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.