Tang Kwok-Hin
Every Pandiculate
Statement
Single channel video, 83:56mins, 2019
I still remember my previous curatorial project dealing with black and white. I replaced the lights in the exhibition to white. Unintentionally, the yellow lights in the adjacent exhibition became too yellow. While confronting white cubes, their walls to me always seem too white. The universe constructed in the white cubes has parted from life more and more. The situations may be even worse that patterns and transformation of contemporary art and postmodernism have reached their bottlenecks. That can be an end to certain romance and drama. Though, I continuously observe and experiment, in order to searching for different meanings of art. In recent years, I think I can give up art. While I have given up, it has thoroughly gone. We are separated, and gradually, it returns in another way. I am amazed. A new mind is slowly and concretely establishing that the words life and art are no longer able to illustrate.
However, certain situations remain. A shade in my heart has told me. There is no idea why I should keep doing art. I didn’t go to places crowded with people in the past; now I deliberately go to places packed with people. Luckily there is still someone; luckily there is no one.
Too much creation. Too less life. There are always people questioning about reasons of dining with strangers. In my view, I regard that you are either thinking too much or thinking too less. To chat and eat, is there a need to have extra reasons?
While entering someone’s life and living space, certain situations remain. However, there is another voice has told me. Between entering and leaving, unwittingly, in the interim transferring will experience weight and lightness from every kind of life.
I still remember my previous curatorial project dealing with black and white. I replaced the lights in the exhibition to white. Unintentionally, the yellow lights in the adjacent exhibition became too yellow. While confronting white cubes, their walls to me always seem too white. The universe constructed in the white cubes has parted from life more and more. The situations may be even worse that patterns and transformation of contemporary art and postmodernism have reached their bottlenecks. That can be an end to certain romance and drama. Though, I continuously observe and experiment, in order to searching for different meanings of art. In recent years, I think I can give up art. While I have given up, it has thoroughly gone. We are separated, and gradually, it returns in another way. I am amazed. A new mind is slowly and concretely establishing that the words life and art are no longer able to illustrate.
However, certain situations remain. A shade in my heart has told me. There is no idea why I should keep doing art. I didn’t go to places crowded with people in the past; now I deliberately go to places packed with people. Luckily there is still someone; luckily there is no one.
Too much creation. Too less life. There are always people questioning about reasons of dining with strangers. In my view, I regard that you are either thinking too much or thinking too less. To chat and eat, is there a need to have extra reasons?
While entering someone’s life and living space, certain situations remain. However, there is another voice has told me. Between entering and leaving, unwittingly, in the interim transferring will experience weight and lightness from every kind of life.
Statement
Single channel video, 83:56mins, 2019
I still remember my previous curatorial project dealing with black and white. I replaced the lights in the exhibition to white. Unintentionally, the yellow lights in the adjacent exhibition became too yellow. While confronting white cubes, their walls to me always seem too white. The universe constructed in the white cubes has parted from life more and more. The situations may be even worse that patterns and transformation of contemporary art and postmodernism have reached their bottlenecks. That can be an end to certain romance and drama. Though, I continuously observe and experiment, in order to searching for different meanings of art. In recent years, I think I can give up art. While I have given up, it has thoroughly gone. We are separated, and gradually, it returns in another way. I am amazed. A new mind is slowly and concretely establishing that the words life and art are no longer able to illustrate.
However, certain situations remain. A shade in my heart has told me. There is no idea why I should keep doing art. I didn’t go to places crowded with people in the past; now I deliberately go to places packed with people. Luckily there is still someone; luckily there is no one.
Too much creation. Too less life. There are always people questioning about reasons of dining with strangers. In my view, I regard that you are either thinking too much or thinking too less. To chat and eat, is there a need to have extra reasons?
While entering someone’s life and living space, certain situations remain. However, there is another voice has told me. Between entering and leaving, unwittingly, in the interim transferring will experience weight and lightness from every kind of life.
I still remember my previous curatorial project dealing with black and white. I replaced the lights in the exhibition to white. Unintentionally, the yellow lights in the adjacent exhibition became too yellow. While confronting white cubes, their walls to me always seem too white. The universe constructed in the white cubes has parted from life more and more. The situations may be even worse that patterns and transformation of contemporary art and postmodernism have reached their bottlenecks. That can be an end to certain romance and drama. Though, I continuously observe and experiment, in order to searching for different meanings of art. In recent years, I think I can give up art. While I have given up, it has thoroughly gone. We are separated, and gradually, it returns in another way. I am amazed. A new mind is slowly and concretely establishing that the words life and art are no longer able to illustrate.
However, certain situations remain. A shade in my heart has told me. There is no idea why I should keep doing art. I didn’t go to places crowded with people in the past; now I deliberately go to places packed with people. Luckily there is still someone; luckily there is no one.
Too much creation. Too less life. There are always people questioning about reasons of dining with strangers. In my view, I regard that you are either thinking too much or thinking too less. To chat and eat, is there a need to have extra reasons?
While entering someone’s life and living space, certain situations remain. However, there is another voice has told me. Between entering and leaving, unwittingly, in the interim transferring will experience weight and lightness from every kind of life.
