Chen Dandizi: A Severe Hangover

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Ganton Gallery, Guangzhou, China

2018.03.17-04.28

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Tipsy

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Things cannot hide themselves in the flash. The mysterious reality is concealed behind the mountains and water of this world. The scenery which always welcomes it admits themselves just in a few seconds. It makes me curious of the man collecting scenery and the limit his uncertain eyes have swept---- maybe I am still an emotional person who is hating the boring city but has to stand it.

Hangover

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Imaging a land is covered with rivers like a web meticulously woven; the rising vapor is consumed and transforms themselves in the air; the roots of plants connect each other and wither on the earth. Imaging the forest is haunted by the miasma; the silent and secluded cave conceals something unknown while the subterranean river who rears them is dying quietly.

Except for the meaning fixed by the concept, I believe easily all things are endowed with sentiment that most of us don’t know though many occasional behaviors of them seem to be totally meaningless. The only thing an outsider can do is to imagine endlessly, which is a perception we can never name. I try to imagine the nature is telling me its secrets, the secrets that are full of magic, propelling all guesses and fantasy to grow like luxuriant foliage, drowning me in the following feeling of getting drunk. 

Moving in circles

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People believe that the miasma comes from the deposit formed after the decay of local animals and plants. It spreads like a mist in the morning. All things cycle in the nature. If they disappear in a twinkle at the moment, they would move into the next state in an instant, in which we all know there wouldn’t be anything new born. If nature is in a chaos, it is brimming with unknown mysteries waiting to be explored; if nature is as clear as nature history, then they will pass away gradually in the time even they are taken good care of.  

Text by Chen Dandizi