randian | 燃点

The Refuse Ⅰ A little wooden boat drifts on the dirty river. A man and a woman. From their home faraway. Then they get onto the river bank here, build a little shelter with weed mats. They are ancestors of mine, ancestors of half the cities. Ⅱ Our theatre asks one question: do you still […] >> Read more

Though the exhibition space itself was not large, the work on show gave me a false sense of dilation which only seemed to push the artist farther and farther away until he became a small dot drowned out by the dense whiteness around him. >> Read more