Artist Statement

Art is enough to draw an artist out of her silent exile. When literature can’t reach her heart, as it always does, she forgets words, and creates the art; When music can’t comfort her, the way which comforts her for decades, she puts down her instrument, and takes her brush. Whenever an artist manages not to forget that silence, she makes it resound by different means of art.

Three passions have governed her creation: the devotion to literature because of the immersive experience of reading, the perception of music because of searching the parallel soul of mine, and unquenchable pity for the humankind because of the awareness of their suffering. I try to understand how these three passions influence artists’ decisions. The first gives them the consistent enthusiasm to discover the world’s abundance; the second grants them the ability to receive the most delicate quivering of spirit; the last affords them the indestructible courage to hear the pain all around them and seek to heal the wound.

Human meditation has no limits; at its own risk and peril, it analyzes and produces its own bedazzlement.  There are in the world men who distinctly perceive on the horizon of the Absolute of art, and have the terrible vision of the mountain of the Infinite of life. The scene just can happen in the dream, the landscape that no one can step on, the creature that the artist is the only person can touch… they are always addicted to creating their world. The curiosity to explore the secret and unknown is one of the most powerful motivations for artistic creation. Artists are highly sensitive to human emotions. Paintings, ceramics, and sculptures, each of them doubtless feel called upon to reform their emotional world.

The isolation of artists is keeping themselves aloof from the glory and the crowd when they are working, which doesn’t mean they never stop for those who suffer the history. This world is inundated with lies, power, and stupidities. When people talk about how to free art in white supremacist, patriarchal, or heterosexual, etc., they are already immersed in discriminatory aesthetic judgments. Likewise, when colored race, feminists, or non-heterosexual appeal for their rights, they fall into the awareness of self-pity easily.  The shameless uses the art to earn tears, fame, and money. Artists still wail their experiences, and ceaselessly emphasize the group they belong, which keep themselves away from the real world. Superiority and inferiority, both of them can be powerful tools to draw people’s attention. Artists are alone and never feel art can be a commitment to bear the misery and the hope we shared. But art is still eager for people’s frailty and persistence. Art is a weapon that defends the creeds, and also a shield that allows every individual to never be able to renounce the light. When I ask why life is full of uncertainties, the art says ‘it is possibilities’; when I ask why one’s heart should bear so much, the art says ‘that is the origin of courage.’  I hear the answer when I’m creating. The answer that does not just speak to one particular moment but speaks for all time, speaks to all of the people who devote themselves to the art in different ways but does speak to them—that is to say, does proffer its claim to speak truth, the truth of the awareness for the past, the courage for the present, and the assertion for the future. When I’m creating, I hear the answer. I’m certain every artist will give their complete approval.

 

日复一日,艺术渴望着人们的脆弱与执着

 

        创作足以将艺术家从沉默的自我放逐中召回。当文学无法如往常一样抵达内心,她会忘记文字,开始创作;当数十年如一日地慰籍着她的音乐竟突然无法安抚她,就放下乐器,拿起画笔。艺术家设法记住沉默的每一个时刻,并将它们寄予在不同的艺术形式中。

        有三种强烈的情感支配着我的创作:因闻见记诵之博而得以热望文学;因寻觅肖似灵魂而得以洞见音乐;因感知人类苦痛而常怀恻隐之心。我试图了解这些情感又如何影响艺术家的决定——它们赋予艺术家持续探知世界丰饶的热情、接受着不同灵魂的种种复杂难解、并始终给予他们勇气去倾听身边的寒热与试图包扎创伤。

        人的思想没有界限; 它承受了本身的危机和风险,才迎来了自己的非常之境。这个世界尚有人坚信艺术的绝对,对无限的生命之山有着辽远视野。那些只发生在梦中的景象,那些无人可以涉足的景观,那些只有艺术家能触摸的生物……他们总会沉迷于创造自己的世界。探索秘密和未知的好奇心驱策着艺术家不断创作。他们对人的情绪极度敏感。绘画、陶瓷和雕塑,都毫不迟疑地塑造着艺术家的精神世界。

        艺术家的孤独是创作时远离荣耀与人群,却并不意味着不可以为那些承受历史的人停下脚步。这个世界遍布谎言、强权和愚蠢。当人们谈及如何将艺术从白人至上、父权制、亦或是异性恋等观念中解放出来时,他们就已经陷入了歧视性美学判断中。同样,当有色人种、女权派、或非异性恋的群体为他们的权利大声疾呼的时候,又太容易地落入了自我悲情主义的陷阱。无耻之徒利用艺术赚取眼泪、金钱,欺世盗名;艺术家却还沉浸在自己的族群里顾影自怜,将自己和真实的世界割裂开来。属于一个族群的自负与自卑都是煽动人心的利器。艺术家形影相吊,不再奢求艺术可以承担起一个时代的不幸与希望。然而艺术依然渴求着人们的脆弱与执着。它本该是守护信念的武器,也是保护每一个人绝不会放弃光明的盾牌。当我发问为何生活充满了不确定性时,艺术说:“这是可能性”;当我又追问为何一个人的心生来就注定承受疚痛,艺术说:“它们是勇气的来源”。当我创作时,我就听见答案。它回答着我疑问的特定时刻,也回答着所有时刻。它以不同的方式回答着每一个决定献身艺术的人——它说出真实。面对过去的诚实,拥有现在的勇气和远观未来的主张当我创作时,我就听见答案。相信每一个艺术家都深有同感。