什么人

人真的能被时代掏空吗？当我们在谈论匮乏时我们在谈论什么？没有不二的幸福，也没有决绝的苦难，那我们还能拥有些什么？什么叫当下即永恒？忘我可以解决些什么问题 ……

桃枝。广州的传统，春节前迎一株桃花回家，在桃枝上挂满装着新钱的利市封，正月里，桃花在客厅盛开，利市招摇，寄寓吉利。但元宵节一过，鬼神的归鬼神，俗常的归俗常，大街上的垃圾箱旁堆满扫地出门的桃花枝。年年往复。照片中，诸多动物装置由去了魅落了尘的桃枝编就。

这是一组向着内心的岩石层奋力挖掘的影相，但或许这也是一组现实主义作品。

一直都有两个世界，否则，世界早已崩塌。面前有多少山，心里便需要多少水，那些能在两个世界自由穿梭的人都是让人羡慕的生命。

《什么人》中有十八个人，他们是一个人。

这个人站在一片前所未有的辽阔荒芜中，腹背无抵，上下无邸。在这样的土地上，惟一能做的是，自己和自己狂欢，想存在，必须这样。

笨拙，是一种精神，是一种体验，也是生命本身。不盲目迷信观念，不轻信时代，以真切见肉的生命塑叠生命。所以，《什么人》中所有的歪歪扭扭，正是一双笨拙的手在自作主张，装神作怪。

怪力乱神，陡兀奇砺，有一种可能，它不是简单的唳气，而是跨越了犬儒的自我沉迷或势利佛的无我之境之后，直面这个就是现在这个世界的结果。

《什么人》中有两只鸭子、三只猴子、四只鸡，八只鹦鹉、八只鸽子、一匹马，一条鲤鱼、一只鸵鸟、三只鹅，一只龟，两只乌鸦、三条咸鱼、一只猫，三条金鱼，一条巨鲤，一只高脚兽。它们是自然的一部分，也是人的一部分。

消失了的生命质感，不是真正消失了，它们只是被安放在不轻易为人知的地方。

空净是一匹马，骑着它，向彼空谷。马蹄滴答，万物生长，人也生长。这是终究的愿望。 

文/仇敏业
翻译/王尔山

Who are Who

How much humanity is lost in times? When we talk about shortage, what are we talking about? There is no absolute happiness, nor absolute hardship; what else can we possess then? How can this moment turn into eternity？What can be solved by leaving oneself behind?.....

Peach branches. Cantonese legend has it that if you bring a peach tree home the eve of Chinese New Year, put red packets with new cash bills inside on the branches, then, with the tree in full blossom during the Chinese New Year, it will bring you good luck in the new year to come. But when the Chinese New Year is over, all will be put aside and life will resume the routine. The peach branches, with flowers still blooming, will be deserted and can be seen in trash cans along the streets. Every year is the same. In the pictures many animals are made with deserted peach branches.

It’s a series of works about the truth inside us, yet also works of realism.   Always there are two worlds, otherwise the world must have been long collapsed. People are passing away in the realistic world, while coming back to life in the poetic one. Those who can travel through the two worlds freely make us envious.

There are eighteen people in “Who are who”; they are one person.

Standing on big, big wilderness that never existed before, this person has nothing to lean on in front or behind himself, without gods above or underneath. In a land like this, all he could do is to have a carnival with himself, the must be way to exist.

Clumsiness is a spirit, an experience, also life itself. No blind faith in ideas or times; rather, reproduce life with life in flesh. Hence, in “Who are who” you will see clumsiness in a pair of real human hands in flesh to produce, based on their own imaginations, ghosts.

Ridiculous ghosts, possibly, are not the product of anger; it’s more like the result of facing up what is reality, what is now. There is only one kind of heroism, which is, finding out what the world is really is and still loving it.

In “Who are who”, there are two ducks, three monkeys, four chickens, eight parrots, eight pigeons, one horse, one fish, one ostrich, three geese, one turtles, two crows, three preserved fish, one cat, three golden fish, one big fish, one long-legged animal. They are part of the nature, hence part of the human being.

The lost feelings of life are not lost really; they’ve been placed at somewhere not easy to notice.

Serenity is a horse. Riding it all the way toward the new horizons, everything is growing, and I am growing too. This is my ultimate longing.

by Qiu Minye
Translation: Wang Ershan