a fake me

Statement

“I don’t want to be an artist, not until now, even, I hate it. It is like some social identity label, and only is convenient for answering on question, “What do you do?” But what do I do? I don’t know either. Will this answer make people feel comfortable? Whatever! You know, fish don’t need roads, neither do birds.”

“I don’t like the “artist” label, but I participate in the so-called “art creation”. Why? It is like a piece of grass on the a barren hill. I hold it and examine it carefully. This process is relatively self-absorbing. If I must to explain my work, let me tell you a story: It is raining. A fly is flying. It passes the office building, goes through the underground parking lot, flies to the palace in the deep garden and finally lands on the belly of the king. The king slaps the fly and throws the corpse into the queen’s mouth. The queen says, “it tastes good!” But what I want to tell you is, the reality will not be revealed until the very end of the story. Yes, they are frogs. Everything can have an alternative look and has equal significance. Just like I want to pull out the soul in my body and abandon the umbrella, but what if I am split?”