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十五年前,当我在中国美术馆打了那两枪之后,我和他:从北京东城区看守所出来,一种无形的力量吸引着我,从1989年到2003年,我们整整走过了十五年。今天,我又一次兴起枪,面对着我自己,一年一枪,整整打了十五枪……我们结束了。我不善理论的阐释,更无从谈论艺术,我只知道真实地生活着。作为一件作品,其表现形式对我来说:它的存在只是一种内心的需要。它可以是一幅画、也可以是一首诗,或者说:它需要的是用一把枪……,这一切的一切,都取决于你在特定状态下的心理走向。它不是用“艺术”这个词所能解释的,它是一种求生的本能,是你的生命之所在。
Fifteen years ago, when I shot those two shots at the China National Art Museum, I and him: From the Dongcheng District Detention House in Beijing, an intangible force attracted me. From 1989 to 2003, we passed completely fifteen years. Today, I once again launched a gun and confronted myself, shot once a year for a full fifteen shots ... We are over. I’m not good at theoretical interpretation, but no way to talk about art, I only know that real life. As a work, its manifestation to me: its existence is only a kind of inner need. It can be a picture, it can be a poem, or: it needs a gun ... and everything depends on how you feel in a particular state of mind. It is not explained by the word “art”, it is a natural instinct of survival and is where your life lies.