MANIFESTO is a writing piece.
This work is a dialogue between the artist and the world. The artist has constantly established his own rules while rebelling against the existing rules of the world. It can be snarled or spoken softly. It is anger, praise, grief, and unwillingness.
Materials: Print on Acid-free paper
I believe that prosperity and landscape are the best medicines that human invented. It makes us numb and blind.
I believe that tomorrow will not be better. Only the current moment is the peak, the climax. Live at this moment.
I believe that the balance is only a morbid state that exists only in an instant. Unbalance is the normal state of the world.
I believe that art is romantic, the joy of arting is like falling in love with someone.
I believe that there is no simple ugly or beautiful, no absolute right or wrong. The appearance cannot be used as a criterion for evaluating the difference of things.
I believe that the inspiration on the toilet is more impressive than the one that is clearly analyzed and thought out.
I believe that simplicity should be the essence of art. Complexity is just a means of returning to simplicity.
I believe that the rules are the cage of mankind, and the law is the embarrassment of the world. Everything else except this contains the endless treasures I should explore.
I believe that conscience sometimes becomes a mask of hypocrisy.
I believe, the first intuition.
I believe that only time is eternal.
To the World：
The world, you are a crazy beast.
City, you are a forest without end.
So what am I?
I am the raccoon, rabbit, deer that shelters the beasts in the forest.
Either always alert and run hard, or be swallowed by the beast.
Born to be a meaningless meat that fills the stomach of others.
To the Spectacle/ Landscape
What a rich time this is!
I have seen the empty city at midnight.
Neon and high hanging advertising slogans,
Skyscrapers and staggered roads,
All of these are actually combined into a nice landscape in our eyes.
Skyscrapers are the Andes of human.
Neon is an artificial galaxy.
Highways are like ocean currents and monsoons that run through the earth.
Different languages are being said, written or spread, which seems to have the same effect as plant seeds brought to every corner of world by animals.
This is the landscape of "civilization",
the tombstone we prepared in advance for burying ourselves.
No one needs to pay homage to the lost time,
because time will only move forward.
I think art has a sublime beauty probably because it was born before all civilizations, it is the most primitive and oldest thing.
Isn't the sunset on the vast plains a huge performance that the world has watched together?
Isn't the wave hitting the beach day after day like an opera that is performed every day?
Isn't plant growth, bloom, fruiting, and dying a process of sculpting itself?
I am small.
I said to myself: Before I try to understand art,
I should understand the vastness and subtlety of this world.
I should understand the nature of man, the joys and sorrows of man, the greatness and humbleness of man.
The predecessor of the rules for social actors collective work contract to enslave people's physical or will born.
The rule for me is to give myself a standard to intervene in all contexts.
It is changing due to the different states of knowledge emotion and value.
If I want to create new rules.
I need to break the old rules.
Even smash, trample, swear.
I have to draw a clear line with the old me to build a new one.
Always eat the food you enjoy eating.
Like it? Then, do it. Don’t like it? Don’t do it.
Do your best to preserve the joy of enjoying something.
Joy is always the first motivation, nothing is more important than joy.
Continue with friend you like.
For those who don't like, please stay away from them as soon as possible.
Nothing is more important than a partner with the right values and direction.
If the joy disappears or is temporarily exhausted,
stop immediately and go to do other things.
Excessive consumption can only be counterproductive.