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.