above: putting up the exhibition (photo by 高灵 Gao Ling); below: walking back after finishing the installation ｜ 上海 shanghai，2009年9月

i am sorry. time is everything.

cannot go there, too much or too little, traveling, hanging there, a collection, hanging on. i seem to have an affinity for stories of people getting lost, perhaps a bit too direct a reference yet were i to introduce myself to you as that one who liked to find this little thing in the street it perhaps would remain too ridiculously nebulous.

direct.

direction.

we would have been looking in the wrong direction to go astray, to find the beside. aside, as in put in reserve, for future use, the collection of objects for which we may find value or function at another time. we never know what will become useful in the end, or the lessons come too late, i feel the top of her head and wonder what positions i layed in as a child, what positions i moved in sleep, next to you or dreaming without you. we cannot always think so functionally, in love and in war. i don’t strategize very well. but we may very well have a hunch.

a hunch is an open space of time, a forethought without expectation, like a collection of random things for which we may find use later. i suppose it could be important to figure out how to make use of them, but perhaps their being together could be enough. find meaning beyond use value, a cabinet of curiousities, our collection of oddities.

that’s the thing i’ve been missing lately. to take time for my collection of oddities, to try to go back to a certain kind of objectivity without expecting too much. i have a hunch. perhaps i was looking in the wrong direction and now find myself lost, a story that i liked to hear, her voice in two languages on loop. it’s my own aside that is now addressed to you, without letting the other characters hear, a story shared without knowing if anyone is listening. you, dear audience member or director, the lights are shining so bright…i cannot see if you are out there.

“i realize i didn’t take so many photos recently. although i often see the people i really want to document. it’s always too late or i feel bad to do it.”

从三月份在中国国内《穿》杂志可以在淘宝网买。在大阪可以在国立国際美術館于iTohen买。

Wear journal is now available in Osaka at The National Museum of Art, Osaka and iTohen. Within China, online orders can be placed via taobao.

[drawing on left from 穿 Wear, photo on right by anyway. Thank you, 小蔡 and aka.]

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everything on sale this time of year

“Okay,” he said, “everything 90 degrees.” And we became temporary helmsmen, the act of organising one’s knowledge and one’s life to be a 2nd Captain job. Here, the sea is misty, the sea is cold, the sea is snowing, but we aim for 90 degrees, give or take a few, 90 degrees today or tomorrow relative. I missed the pounding on ice, her roommate bouncing before the ice turned sweaty; it’s dangerous but not scary. No, not scary at all, love, we just go, we just go, through broken ice or slippery snow, because the thing is the thing, and let us share this thing that is not ours to keep or own. Six shirts, everything on sale this time of year, let’s get rid of them all or let them go slowly.

Wear journal is now available in Berlin at do you read me?!, Motto and ProQM. In the post, on its way to Boekie Woekie in Amsterdam.

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in opportunity and loss, a blank slate, fresh laundry, 新年快乐

news from madrid, the caption reads: “This woman put her lottery ticket in the washing machine. It was the winning lottery number.” in opportunity and loss, a blank slate, fresh laundry, happy new year.

在西班牙，一个女人忘掉她的奖券票在衣服里，放了在洗衣机。洗完之后发现她的票号得了230万欧元奖。机会和损失，开端和清新衣服……庆贺2009年。新年快乐！

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