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2010

Performance  /  Time: 23’’48 minutes/   Collaborator : Xu Xin Wei ( homeless man)
Venue: DDM warehouse art space; Shanghai; 2010
 

The work is based on research about Shanghai center life and culture where obviously showing its big contrast of the different life styles also the traces of the fast city’s transforming.

I met XinWei who is homeless living around the central square. He makes noise/sings to entertain himself and also creating his own-isolated world in middle of the sea of people around.

I invited him come to art space, asked him sing while I beat myself by 2 pieces of meat. We’ve improvised follow each other to express our own feeling. The work tries to dig deep into the unconsciousness of human being in the fast changing world? Is it for a real imagination or questionable reality?