Contemporary Chinese Art- another kind of view
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The fear of sex
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Being Cheated,
About the "the fear of sex"
People often need lies. Hypnosis starts from cheating. That beautiful psychologist says to her patient:? I count one, two, three?, then pay attention to the bright views before you, that views are picturesque??, the patient will soon sink into the picturesque views. I am infatuated with this skill, that is, it truly is a skill.
I test such skill in my life. I enter into the life. In this small city, like other persons, I work from nine to five, marry and give birth to the baby; buy house and repay the car monthly; pay the bill and the taxes.
It can make me to enter into the life more easily. People always wish to show their perfection to the artist; they become to be vigilant; so for this point, the artist is the public enemy.
When people face a person who is on an equality with them (including the weight), they will relieve all of their forces.
I don?t like to treat a group, a person, or a city in the fixed way or to give the person or the thing a fixed symbol. Because in my life, I understood that many people didn?t like we have thought they were actually. All people have their life way including those people that I know: the nanny, the showgirls, the bar waiter and the girl selling cosmetics. They all have their own life locus. They also like to imitate, but this imitation is an end in itself; is part of the life game. It doesn?t need some high-headed eyes to look at them and say that they are living in the bottom of the life.
But life still has been changed among these life games, exposing its disorder and contradiction gradually.
Every day at noon, I always saw in the balcony that opposite my house (that is the guest house servers? dormitory), a girl wearing white clothes was nibbling at a cane under the flying underwear; a spray of cane juice puff into her transmutative face. I have imagined that the mark they left constantly. And finally at a midnight, I saw her was carried into the room by a fat man.
I was captivated by the life that is disorder, inconsistent and circuitous gradually.
There is no plot, and also no logic. The life is so ambiguous, but such ambiguity is just that I want.
Where are the real art and the true reality?
The truth itself is a running body!
Feng Qianyu
About the "the fear of sex"
People often need lies. Hypnosis starts from cheating. That beautiful psychologist says to her patient:? I count one, two, three?, then pay attention to the bright views before you, that views are picturesque??, the patient will soon sink into the picturesque views. I am infatuated with this skill, that is, it truly is a skill.
I test such skill in my life. I enter into the life. In this small city, like other persons, I work from nine to five, marry and give birth to the baby; buy house and repay the car monthly; pay the bill and the taxes.
It can make me to enter into the life more easily. People always wish to show their perfection to the artist; they become to be vigilant; so for this point, the artist is the public enemy.
When people face a person who is on an equality with them (including the weight), they will relieve all of their forces.
I don?t like to treat a group, a person, or a city in the fixed way or to give the person or the thing a fixed symbol. Because in my life, I understood that many people didn?t like we have thought they were actually. All people have their life way including those people that I know: the nanny, the showgirls, the bar waiter and the girl selling cosmetics. They all have their own life locus. They also like to imitate, but this imitation is an end in itself; is part of the life game. It doesn?t need some high-headed eyes to look at them and say that they are living in the bottom of the life.
But life still has been changed among these life games, exposing its disorder and contradiction gradually.
Every day at noon, I always saw in the balcony that opposite my house (that is the guest house servers? dormitory), a girl wearing white clothes was nibbling at a cane under the flying underwear; a spray of cane juice puff into her transmutative face. I have imagined that the mark they left constantly. And finally at a midnight, I saw her was carried into the room by a fat man.
I was captivated by the life that is disorder, inconsistent and circuitous gradually.
There is no plot, and also no logic. The life is so ambiguous, but such ambiguity is just that I want.
Where are the real art and the true reality?
The truth itself is a running body!
Feng Qianyu