桥下车流旁边的展览，标题是春舞野风、When the Spring Wind Starts to Dance。

When the Spring Wind Starts to Dance

春舞野风

The Image Poet of Urban Corners

城市角落的图像诗人 PART 06

一.在夜的天底下独舞

很多年以前当我还在美院上学的时候，看到798艺术区里那些展览，心里非常向往。空旷雪白的墙面，配合上射灯的展示，大尺幅的画作安静的悬挂在那里，无声且庄重。但当我们真正投身到这个行业，成为了一个艺术家之后，这些曾经让我们觉得心驰神往的东西看多了以后，就产生了无尽的厌倦。
毕业之后，租了工作室，我也曾像个小白那样认真整理自己的作品集，托朋友帮忙转递给他们觉得不错的机构、策展人。也随大流参加了一些展览。
那些参展的经历让我觉得并没有那么兴奋，却更多的感觉到不适。
中国人并不是那种特别喜欢社交一堆人聚在一起纷纷去没话找话与人攀谈。见过的人里我算是最外向，最喜欢跟人说话的了，但在那样的场合，每个人都会刻意的将自己端起来的场合，没有人真正的放松，那样的社交比日常遇到人交谈更加刻意，也更加虚伪。
后来深切的认识到了艺术行业的浮夸，大概从2013年开始，逐渐就不再参加任何展览，刻意的将自己与行业疏离，屏蔽掉与艺术行业的一切联系。从最功利的角度看来，那时候就认为这个行业里的人不能给我带来任何有价值的信息，而同行之间，只能是敌人。虽然我们可以假装欣赏对方的作品，但在背后充满了无聊的中伤，甚至更恶劣的行径。
我完全没有任何必要去假装和我看不上的人做朋友，我只想保持距离。人生无论你如何与人靠近，最后都逃避不了孤独，所以我没有必要为了显得很吃得开去浪费时间交朋友，我就愿意这么孤独了。
当然作为艺术家，作品的展示是逃避不了的话题。

I. Dancing Alone Beneath the Night Sky

But those experiences never excited me as much as I had imagined. More often, they made me uncomfortable.
Chinese people are not generally known for loving the kind of social occasion where a crowd gathers and everyone desperately searches for something to say to strangers. Among the people I know, I’m probably one of the most outgoing and talkative. But even for me, those occasions felt strange. Everyone seemed to put on a carefully composed version of themselves. Nobody was truly relaxed. The conversations felt more deliberate than ordinary conversation, and much more artificial.
Over time, I became increasingly aware of the pretension and vanity surrounding the art world. Around 2013, I gradually stopped participating in exhibitions altogether. I deliberately distanced myself from the industry and cut off almost all contact with the art scene.
From the most practical point of view, I had come to believe that the people in this world could no longer offer me much information of real value. And between artists, we were ultimately competitors.
We could pretend to admire each other’s work, while behind each other’s backs there was endless petty criticism, personal attacks, and sometimes things far worse.
I saw no reason to pretend to be friends with people I didn’t respect.
I simply wanted to keep my distance.
No matter how close we try to become to other people, loneliness is something none of us can ultimately escape. So I saw no reason to waste my time making friends simply to appear well-connected.
I was perfectly willing to be alone.
Of course, for an artist, there was still one question I could never avoid:
What do I do with the work once it needs to be seen?

Many years ago, when I was still studying at art school, I used to visit exhibitions in Beijing’s 798 Art District with a sense of longing. Vast white walls, carefully positioned spotlights, large paintings hanging quietly in open spaces, silent and solemn. It all seemed deeply attractive to me.
But once you actually enter this world and become an artist yourself, after seeing the same thing over and over again, what once fascinated you can eventually become endlessly tiresome.
After graduation, I rented a studio. Like any inexperienced young artist, I carefully put together my portfolio and asked friends to pass it on to institutions and curators they thought might be interested. I also did what everyone else was doing and took part in a number of exhibitions.

二、我们在这里分别

这一次，我带着《春舞野风》来到了北京四元桥下。
画里是一个女孩，在春天的风里独舞。风把花朵吹散，花瓣飞得到处都是，天空中的云也从中间分开，向两个方向延伸，像两条通往不同地方的路。
很多年前，我们就是在这里分别的。
那时候大概也不会想到，一次普通的分别之后，两个人真的会沿着各自的方向一直走下去，最后走进完全不同的人生。很多分别在发生的时候并没有什么仪式感，没有电影里的慢镜头，也没有人知道这是不是最后一次。只是说了再见，然后转身离开。
很多年后，我又回到了这里。
只是这一次，我带来了一张画。
画里的风还在吹，女孩还在跳舞，花朵依然散落在天空里。那些分开的云看上去还是像两条路。
只是我们早已经走远了。
于是我把《春舞野风》放在四元桥下，让它在这个曾经分别的地方重新出现。
这大概也是我喜欢这种展览方式的原因。
有些作品并不需要一面漂亮的白墙。
它需要回到故事发生的地方。

II.We Said Goodbye Here

This time, I brought Spring Dance in the Wild Wind beneath Siyuan Bridge in Beijing.
In the painting, a girl dances alone in the spring wind. The wind scatters the flowers, sending petals everywhere. Above her, the clouds part and stretch in two different directions, like two roads leading to different places.
Many years ago, this was where we said goodbye.
Back then, we probably never imagined that after such an ordinary farewell, two people would keep moving in their separate directions until they eventually arrived at completely different lives. Most goodbyes come without ceremony. There is no slow motion like in the movies, and no one knows whether this will be the last time. You simply say goodbye, turn around, and walk away.
Many years later, I came back.
Only this time, I brought a painting with me.
The wind in the painting is still blowing. The girl is still dancing. The flowers are still scattered across the sky. And those parted clouds still look like two roads.
But we have already gone far away.
So I placed Spring Dance in the Wild Wind beneath Siyuan Bridge, allowing it to reappear in the place where we once parted.
Perhaps this is why I like exhibiting my work this way.
Some works don’t need a beautiful white wall.
They need to return to where the story happened.

三、桥上的人都很忙

四元桥是一个很有意思的地方,它不是一个适合停留的地方。
桥上的高速公路不断传来轰鸣声，桥下机动车、自行车和摩托车混杂在一起。有人去上班，有人回家，有人送货，有人赶路。所有人都有自己的方向，所有人似乎都很忙。
我却带着一张画站在那里,突然显得有点格格不入。
想起来很多年前，在这里分别的那个我，好像也是这样。
周围的城市一直在向前跑，而我似乎总有一点慢悠悠的。今天的车流有自己的目的地，当年的你也有自己的方向，只有我好像一直没有那么着急。
很多年以后，我甚至又跑回这里，在桥底下挂了一张画，拍照片，拍视频，看着画里的女孩一个人在风中跳舞。
桥上的车继续轰鸣,桥下的人继续赶路,没有人因为这里正在发生一场展览而停下来。
我站在车流之外，看着《春舞野风》，突然觉得这张画放在这里比放在任何一间白色的画廊里都更加合适。
因为很多年前，我们从这里走向了两条不同的路。
今天，我又一个人回到这里。
在所有人匆忙赶路的时候，看着那个女孩，在夜的天底下独舞。

Siyuan Bridge is an interesting place. It is not a place meant for staying.
The expressway above is filled with the constant roar of traffic, while beneath the bridge, cars, bicycles, and motorcycles weave past one another. Some people are going to work. Some are going home. Some are making deliveries. Some are simply trying to get somewhere.
Everyone has a direction.
Everyone seems to be in a hurry.
And there I was, standing beneath the bridge with a painting.
Suddenly, I seemed completely out of place.
It made me think of myself many years ago, when we said goodbye here. I think I was much the same back then.
The city around me was always rushing forward, while I always seemed to move a little more slowly. The traffic today has somewhere to go. You had your own direction back then.
Somehow, I was never in quite such a hurry.
Many years later, I came back here, hung a painting beneath the bridge, took photographs, shot some video, and watched the girl in the painting dancing alone in the wind.
The cars above kept roaring past.
The people below kept hurrying on their way.
No one stopped because an exhibition was taking place here.
Standing outside the flow of traffic and looking at Spring Dance in the Wild Wind, I suddenly felt that this painting belonged here far more than it ever could on the white wall of a gallery.
Because many years ago, this was where we took two different roads.
And today, I came back here alone.
While everyone else hurried toward somewhere,
I stood there watching the girl dance alone beneath the night sky.

III. Everyone on the Bridge Is in a Hurry

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