2012 ［其实不然］共同体艺术空间 杭州
［副馆⻓］ 西安美术馆 西安
［Big双年展］ Big艺术空间 上海
［重庆／悉尼］ GAFFA画廊 悉尼
［展览的噩梦（上）］ 激烈空间 上海
［笔记坐标］ 清影当代艺术空间 杭州
［转塘拆迁区驻地创作计划］ 1、2、3期 杭州
［今天下午着火］ 共同体艺术空间 杭州
［夜读@伦敦］Golden SquareGallery 伦敦
［小众革命］上海青年艺术家联展 1933老厂房 上海
HUANG SONG HAO
1990 Born,Zhengzhou,Henan province,China
2009 Graduated,the high school of ChinaAcademy of Arts
2013 Graduated,the SIMA of China Academyof Arts
Living and Working in Shanghai
[BUT]Commune Art Space Hangzhou
[DeputyDirector] Xi’an Art Museum Xi’an
[Between the 5th & 6th Ring Road inBeijing] OWSpace Beijing
[Big Biennial] BigSpace Shanghai
[Chongqing/Sydney] GaffaGallery Sydney
[Beginfrom Chaos] Inna Art Space Hangzhou
[Red Line—the 20148th International Artist Workshop] Organhaus Chongqing
[Co-Making] DanshengSpace Dalian
[Nightmare of Exhibition] Radical Space Shanghai
[Notes/Coordinates] InnaContemporary Art Space Hangzhou
[Experience of Nervousness] Radical Space Shanghai
[Questioning by Photo—the 2013 1st Yuandian Contemporary Photographic Festival] Beijing
[All New-formed Ones Become Obsolete BeforeThey Can Ossify] AM Art Space Shanghai
[The Awakening of Intuition] the 2013 13th PIP Shanxi
[Zhongshan Park Project] the 2012 9th Shanghai Biennale Power Station of Art Shanghai
[ResidentProject in the Demolition Area Of Zhuantang] I 、II、III Hangzhou
[The Fire,This Afternoon] Commune Art Space Hangzhou
[Read at Night@London] Golden Square Gallery London
[Formalists’Foul] We Gallery Hangzhou
[Read at Night@Hangzhou] Commune Art Space Hangzhou
[Outof Quyang] Room 408 of the SIMA Hangzhou
[Exhibition of the 80th Anniversary of theHigh School of China Academy of Arts] Hangzhou
[TheRepublic I—Do You Remember the Soviet Union?]the Opening Show of Shanghai Art
Fair 2011 Shanghai ExhibitionCenter Shanghai
[TheRepublic II—Huaxi Village] theOpening Show of [Wuguzaliang]ChinaAcademy ofArts Hangzhou
Once a friend asked me, “What was the best piece of video art you’ve seen this year?”
And then, I started to evaluate all the work I saw within the year with all kinds of different standards, but at the end I could only say that, “there are many different standards.” I followed up with, “This is not a good question. But if we are not talking about art work, then there were indeed two videos that deeply touched me.”
The two video, one being the one in which ISIS burnt a victim live, and the other being the one of a Buffalo in Sichuan bumping into people on the streets.
When I first watched the ISIS video I was unfamiliar with the organization. The term “terrorists” did not ring any special bell in me. When I saw the video, I thought it was a trailer for a Hollywood movie. There were all kinds of photographic tricks in it, such as a rising crane and in-and-out-of-focus shots. Then there was also fast editing with rock music as background. The subconscious experience as a seasoned cinematic viewer made me believe that this was just a filmed, virtual reality. Of course, the next few minutes made my heart drop, because that person was really burnt to death. As of the moment I watched the clip he was really, indeed very much dead.
And the “crazy buffalo bumping people on the streets” was a news clip. The video was taken by a police car camera. It was such a subjective shot that only one thing was happening, a buffalo continuously bumping into things. “Wrong direction!” “Go! Go! Go!” were things that popped into my mind and the reason was simple – this was too much like the experience of playing car racing video games in the arcades. In the “filmic” context, I forgot about its truthfulness as a news clip, but was absorbed into an entirely different wave of force.
I was speechless after watching both video clips. On one hand, they were extraordinarily realistic. But I could not simply judge their values based on morality. On the other hand, they applied our real life experience, but in the midst of it, also usurped said experience by utilizing video as a medium. The former clip transformed from fictional to real in my head, and the later from real to fictional. The “tipping points” in the process of viewing made me queasy.
Of course, I’m not arguing that these two video clips are art. They are more like an accidental misfire when “technology” developed onto a new level. They became a hot buzz on the Internet, and it made me feel embarrassed when I think about artistic value. We can no longer set up an aesthetic standard, and there will never be a standard in terms of artistic values, nor would it be necessary, just as it always puts someone at a disadvantage if he understands reality on an abstract or mundane level. And isn’t it an artist’s job to misfire while needed? To do a cleansing of oneself and the world, to create a pile of fragments and narratives of reality through mediation, and to also create some other part of it that overflows reality. The later part, is the “truth” an artist tries to touch and reveal.
About Zhu Xiaofu
When I met Zhu Xiaofu he was in a yellow robe, sitting on a bench near the drum tower plaza in Xi’an, waving at the crowd on the square, blowing kisses. Some people wanted to take a picture with him, and he never charged anyone. He was happy doing it. He claimed he was a descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang, and named himself accordingly. Apart from that, he joined the Islam, bearing an Islamic name of Absuf Yang.
This video in the exhibition was the first collaboration between us. I tried to portrait this almost absurd character constructed by outside forces. His oral narrative and travelogues are layered on top of each other. He talked about how his subjective self-awareness was formed. I wanted him to take off his coat of “spectacle” in an everyday sense and reveal his survival instinct and functional logic. I had to avoid consuming and treated him as a novelty.
The Game about Asking for Leave from Work.
The next video is closer to my real life experience. On a Monday, I organized some of my junior high school friends to play a simple game near the Plaza 666, the game of “catching each other.” They had to invent reasons to ask for leave from work to participate, to escape from the labor system of reality. At that time, we all just graduated, and chose different career paths. There were always bigger forces that guided all of us, that stole our own energy.