My Texts Remember Thought

Text is an image to be seen, not a story to be read. However, a text can also coincide with its metaphorical meaning, and the average person only values this aspect.


When I work, I begin with text because I am familiar with it. But I think that text is text because it is related to the plasticity between spaces, between times, and between time and space.


The visual space of text is its original meaning, even though this meaning moves ever farther from us. In order to confirm that this distance is necessary, humans have entered into an age of fabricated textual information.


When people talk about contemporary art and contemporaneity, I only see an indescribable shadow created by strong light.


Nothing is more explicitly fraudulent than the idea that scientific technology will save humanity. Similarly, advancing cultural and artistic productivity is equivalent to negating the creative power of art and culture.


This is the best period in our economic development and the worst period in our cultural decline.


This is simply the most easily visible era, and it is seen though the patterning of text. This text is not the text I have discussed; it has been counted and ornamented by politics and economics. My texts remember thought.


I reject tradition, because it constantly needs to justify itself and it is too realistic. Only when we continue to use our inheritance do we find the doubt that allows us to deviate from the classics. I often think that the most ancient things are the newest in terms of thought.


I cannot return to ancient times; I can only work on things now.


Thirty years ago, Ma Desheng wrote a line of large text on his wall- “You have nothing but your actions.”



Huang Rui

February 19, 2012