人走向远方，标题是流浪者之歌、Song of the wandering。

Song of the wandering
《流浪者之歌》

The Image Poet of Urban Corners

城市角落的图像诗人 PART 02

01. 我在被拆掉一半的房子墙上做展览

那天发现一栋被拆掉了一半的房子，地面铺上绿色的防尘布，这简直太适合了。
我甚至想象不出来有比这个场景更适合《漂流的船》这张作品的环境。破破烂烂的，裸露在外面的水泥与管道，残破的墙纸，废弃的电线。
让我想起毕业后就去的那个工作室。
在北京东北角一个被铁路围成一个正圆形的区域，铁路旁边是一条路，路的旁边是一堵墙，墙的另一边就放着我的床。
不管是用于测试的火车经过，还是装满渣土的火货从旁边驶过，一墙之隔对那种地面的震动感觉非常直接。
就像一直躺在火车的卧铺里，感受着车轮滚过铁轨的感觉。
我就在那里生活了九年。
生活对于我而言，不是在车里，就是在船上。

01. I Held an Exhibition on the Wall of a Half-Demolished House

That day, I came across a house that had been half demolished. The ground was covered with green construction dust cloth. It was almost too perfect.
I couldn’t imagine a more fitting setting for The Drifting Boat.
Everything was broken and exposed: bare concrete and pipes, torn wallpaper, abandoned electrical wires.
It reminded me of the studio I moved into after graduation.
It was in the northeastern corner of Beijing, inside an area completely encircled by railway tracks. Beside the railway was a road. Beside the road was a wall. And on the other side of that wall was my bed.
Whether it was a test train passing by or a freight train loaded with construction debris, with only a wall between us, I could feel every vibration through the ground.
It was like lying forever in the sleeper berth of a train, feeling the wheels rolling over the tracks.
I lived there for nine years.
For me, life never felt like standing still.
I was either on a train, or on a boat.

02.介于蓝色与绿色之间的颜色

我很喜欢防尘布的那种绿——那是一种介于蓝色与绿色之间的颜色。
画这样的绿色，大概用粉绿加一点点湖蓝就是那个感觉，一切残恒瓦砾，可以迅速的划整并且统一。
画这张画的时候，我的生活就像这样千疮百孔。
我想尽办法掩盖，早就习惯拿生活中那些焦头烂额的事当玩笑寻开心，也很擅长装出对一切都并没有什么所谓的样子。
这样的时间久了，好像就真的无所谓了。
生活中绝大多数的痛苦都有办法去逃避，其实，流浪也是逃避的一种方式。
创意是个好东西，有创意的话逃避痛苦的方式会更加丰富。
我甚至觉得创作也是逃避痛苦的方式，就像这个颜色，很难说清是蓝还是绿；就像是为了逃避痛苦还是为了创作，也很难说清楚。
《这个杀手不太冷》里玛蒂尔达问莱昂：“生活总是这么痛苦吗？”
莱昂想了想，很不情愿的说“是的”。
这句看上去很普通的对白，我看懂的时候居然四十岁了。

02. A Color Somewhere Between Blue and Green

Most of the pain in life can be escaped, one way or another. Wandering, in fact, is one way of escaping.
Creativity is useful. If you’re creative enough, you can always invent more ways to escape pain.
Sometimes I even think making art is another form of escape.
Like this color, it’s hard to say whether it is blue or green.
And it’s just as hard to say whether I was trying to escape pain, or trying to create.
In Léon: The Professional, Mathilda asks Léon if life is always this hard.
After thinking for a moment, Léon reluctantly tells her that it is.
It seems like such an ordinary exchange.
Somehow, I was forty years old before I finally understood it.

I’ve always liked the green of construction dust cloth, a color somewhere between blue and green.
To paint that particular shade, pale green with just a touch of lake blue gets pretty close. It has a strange ability to bring ruins and rubble together, instantly making all the disorder feel somehow unified.
When I made this painting, my life looked much the same, broken and full of holes.
I tried everything I could to cover it up. I had long since learned to turn the things that were driving me crazy into jokes, and I became pretty good at pretending I didn’t really care about any of it.
After doing that for long enough, somehow I really stopped caring.

03. 展览，比快闪更快的展览

挂画、拍摄、反复拍摄。
我就像个游击队员那样，迅速行动，迅速离开。
墙上最后只留下了一根钉子在那里。拍摄之后熟练的将素材剪辑。把一张作品做成视频，哪怕只有一千个人看，就算只有几百个人看，也远比在画廊里做一场展览观看的人更多。
这样的展览创意还有很多，甚至可以说源源不绝。
还有很多很多场景，只要不是在画廊美术馆那样的地方，大白墙上把画一挂，射灯调整角度，看上去假装很高端的样子，但人人都这么干。
从小时候开始，就不喜欢跟其他人一样，大家都认为应该怎么样的事儿就一定不像他们那样。
纯粹是故意的，甚至是为了不一样而不一样。
这下又开始得瑟了，你看，我做的展览就完全不一样。
我真了不起。
你看，开心就这么简单。

03. An Exhibition Faster Than a Pop-Up

Hang the painting. Shoot it. Shoot it again.
I move like a guerrilla: get in fast, get out fast.
In the end, all that remains on the wall is a single nail.
After the shoot, I edit the footage myself. Turn one artwork into a video. Even if only a thousand people see it, even if it’s only a few hundred, that can still be far more people than would ever walk into a gallery exhibition.
And I have plenty more ideas for exhibitions like this. They just keep coming.
There are still so many places where an exhibition could happen, as long as it isn’t the usual gallery or museum: hang a painting on a big white wall, adjust the spotlights, and make everything look sophisticated.
Everyone does that.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated doing things the same way as everyone else. Whenever everyone agrees that something is supposed to be done a certain way, I deliberately want to do the opposite.
Sometimes for no reason other than being different.
And now I’m showing off again.
Look at me.
My exhibitions are completely different.
I’m fucking brilliant.
See?
Being happy can be that simple.

04. 生活在城市的角落

大学的时候在北京的四环外，毕业后去了五环外的环铁艺术区，现在的工作室在六环外的宋庄边上。
生活在边缘，要有一定的动手能力，去超市的时候也要一次买够好些天的生活物资，最好是能自己做饭，会开车，最好是不依赖任何人。
就跟做独立艺术家完全一样。
问题是根本没有人或者机构可以依赖。
我也想每天就是搞搞作品，然后交给其他人自己就不管了，有人帮你策划展览，有人帮你推广，有人帮你想办法赚钱，要做新的艺术模式，听上去好像很牛逼的样子，同时意味着你只有你自己，没有任何的经验可以直接照搬，所有的事都要去做，在一片荒地之上，孤军奋战。
哇塞，我一直在孤军奋战。
每当想到这个，就好爽。

04.Living on the Edges of the City

When I was in college, I lived beyond Beijing’s Fourth Ring Road. After graduation, I moved farther out to the Huantie Art District, beyond the Fifth Ring. My studio today is even farther away, near Songzhuang, beyond the Sixth Ring Road.
Living on the edge of the city requires a certain amount of self-reliance. When you go to the supermarket, you buy enough supplies to last for days. It helps if you can cook. It helps if you can drive. And ideally, you learn not to depend on anyone.
It’s pretty much the same as being an independent artist.
The problem is, there really isn’t anyone or any institution to depend on.
Of course I’d love to spend every day just making art, hand the work over to someone else, and forget about everything that comes after. Someone plans the exhibitions. Someone handles the promotion. Someone figures out how to make money.
But when you’re trying to build a new model for art, it may sound cool as hell, but it also means you’re on your own.
There is no experience you can simply copy.
Everything has to be figured out from scratch.
You’re standing on an empty piece of land, fighting the whole battle alone.
Wow.
I’ve been fighting alone this whole time.
Every time I think about that,
it feels fucking great.

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The Image Poet of Urban Corners Part 01

城市角落的图像诗人 第一部分

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流浪者之歌 Song of the wandering

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