Art is definitely not my profession, but it has
become an integral part of my life. It’s like going to sleep
every night and dreaming. It's something that is always going to
happen, something that ends and then begins again. It’s like
when you wake up in the morning knowing that you had a dream last
night, but you cannot recall what it was that you dreamed. Still,
a feeling lingers in the back of your mind that you had a strange
or even frightening dream last night. You know if you try to tell
the dream to someone else, they just won’t be able to relate.
So you can only keep it inside you.
You live in a big city, hiding in your little corner, and it’s
doubtful that even a few people know of your existence. Yet you
are a part of the city. It's you and a lot of other such people
that make up this city. The feeling of the city depends on all of
these people living in their own dreams. My relationship with society
to a large degree is a kind of metabolic
relationship. Society needs ever-changing relationships, just like
those that are occurring today. I too am ever-changing. I was unable
to choose which generation I was born into, yet I have to learn
to adapt to the times.
— Yang Fudong
Selected group exhibitions: 2003: 50a Biennale
di Venezia; 2002: 4th Shanghai Biennial; Paris-Pékin, Espace
Pierre Cardin, Paris; Documenta 11, Kassel; VideoROM, Le Toit du
Monde, Vevey, Switzerland; VideoROM 2.0, Giancarla Zanutti, Milan;
4th Annual Video Marathon, Art in General, New York; 2001: 1st Biennial
de Valencia; Psycho-Bobble, Raucci/Santamaria, Naples; Living in
Time, Hamburger Bahnhof, Berlin; Yokohama Triennale; Istanbul Biennial;
Homeport, BizArt, Shanghai; Mantic Ecstasy, Hangzhou/ Shanghai/
Beijing; 2000; Useful Life, Dongdaming Road, Shanghai; Fuck Off,
Eastlink, Shanghai; Our Chinese Friends, Bauhaus, Weimar; Exit,
Chisenhale, London; Out of Desire, Liu Hai Su Art Museum, Shanghai.