《昨日骸骨》
2025年，现成品装置 & 表演，尺寸可变
“The Fallow Os”
2025, Ready-made Installation, Variable Size
“绘画不需要文字解释，绘画自己会说话……”。我总在同行们的口中听到这样的话，多数的时候，我可能也同意这种观点，只在少数的时候，我偶尔会想，连绘画都会说话了，那么这些描述绘画在文字在做什么？它们是谁？有时扮演孤独，有时假装放纵，它们游荡在平行于绘画的异世界；看啊，那些密密麻麻的字啊，你们从来就没在所谓的当代艺术实践中被正眼看待，因为你们想描写绘画，你们是图像学的暗黑术，解析一遍遍被涂刷的凝结层，盯着每一丝细节，堆积言辞，朝着墓穴投掷火把，却无法点燃那里的黑，如此这般日复一日，成为苦毒；当我再次举目观看，这平原上遍满枯干的骸骨，已堆积了不少日子……
“Paintings need no words to explain themselves, paintings speak for themselves……”. I often hear fellow artists say such things. Most of the time, I may agree with this view. Only on rare occasions do I wonder: if even paintings can speak, then what are these words written to describe paintings for? What are they? Sometimes they play the part of the lonely, sometimes they pretend to be dissolute. They wander in another world parallel to painting. Look, these dense lines of words! You have never been taken seriously in the so-called contemporary art practice. Because you attempt to depict paintings, you are the dark arts of iconology. You analyze the successive coats of hardened paint, stare at every trace of detail, heap up words, and cast torches into the tomb, yet fail to light up the darkness there. Day in and day out, this turns into bitterness. When I lift my gaze again, I see this plain covered with dry bones, which have lain here for quite some time……
