流动的色香

感觉所有的首都一样。我们都太习惯做城市动物,urban animal. 地图和几张卡就可以活的很好, 而现在iphone也都把前者给电子化了。

柏林是我一直想去的地方。

听说过柏林的另类和主流都如德国的民族性格一样坚强，执着，冷静而疯狂，并极具创造力。

但这一次飞柏林，并没有太多的兴奋。

下飞机后我并没有把柏林当成与其他首都太不同的大城市。

落地，出门见db标志直冲，买票有英文指示。直到坐上去市中心的火车到最后一站都没有见到我要到的站名时才发现，我不在伦敦，德语报站我听不懂，这时才觉得自己是在德国了，我需要张地图。看了交通图，找到目的地，展转了几翻，终于到了青年旅馆。

开始对柏林印象并不好，其实离开伦敦到哪都觉得交通指示不如伦敦的清楚。在加上第一感觉这个城市的建筑风格太凌乱，人少路宽，街道脏乱。

坐在穿梭在空中的overground，觉得自己在一个巨大的theme park里游荡。 宽宽的马路两旁楼房和窗户整齐划一，到处都在整修路面。

这种那么60、70年代苏俄社会主义风格的楼房，在中国都见不多。我是社会主义国家的孩子，而到这才感受到什么是曾经的社会主义。

大，路大，楼大，巨大的有些恐怖，却乏人性。

这是一个让人极度不舒服的城市，它的建筑承载了太多互相冲突的历史。

二战时烧伤的国会大楼和新补建的透明楼顶，任何市民都有权参观顶下办公的政客。

纳粹集中营的大门和冷战时期东德在大门对面建造的高大的、赋有争议的纪念碑。

波茨坦广场千喜年左右建造的当代建筑，和马路对面、柏林墙旧址以东，残留的苏俄社会主义式的建筑。

古老的巴黎广场和当代波茨坦广场之间的平地上巨大的犹太人纪念馆，却没有任何纪念馆的特征，就是一片公共空间。

这里现代的建筑和生活方式特别上海，而历史留下的伤，近在眼前，是每个人自己家门口的旧事。

柏林是属于20世纪的。

渴望进步，为创造美好家园的人类，却被自己的野心和权利争夺弄得遍体鳞伤。

疤结了，但却还没完全复合。

整个城市风景满是这些伤疤，不象罗马和北京的战争留下的残余离我们那么遥远，

这些伤都是昨天摔的跟头，伤及每个人，留在城市表面的，如刻在心上的一样重。

而柏林的艺术就如那些疤痕上长出的新皮肤，太多太久压抑和限制，太渴望自由，太渴望表达。

城市中心废弃的无人认领的大楼被艺术家们占领，到处是宣泄的涂鸦和硬金属砌成的雕塑。

而我看到的除了宣泄以外，还有自由到了没有限制时所出现的零乱。

一处是资本主义具有的大气气质，和小资情调精致到一种地步的完美和谐，

一处是乌托邦式的艺术共产中，不受任何规则制度限制的，豪放几近猖狂的表达。

前者是物质积累到一定程度带来的自由，消费的自由，堆砌的自由；

后者是物质匮乏时精神的无约束的自由，乌托邦式的自由，无，既是有。

而两者自身都那么矛盾，互相之间也尽是也冲突。

这些都离我们太近，我们每个人都在经历这些选择和矛盾。

看似渺小，影响的却不仅是个体。

中国草根新闻的诞生。

我还是不相信独立，独立纪录片，独立电影。

拒绝与传统电视媒介对话，绝对不是办法，要么孤芳自赏，自生自灭，如那么多独立电影节；要么参与与大众对话。

只有参与进入一种关系，才能有可能去改变它。虽然拒绝也是一种态度。

因此进入大众平台，民间独立说话的方式和内容才能得到更广阔的传输。

所谓的民主的，自由的，没有渠道，不结合大众，只能是所谓的社会精英的。

http://www.chinatvforum.org/Article/dsxw/yjpp2/200904/776.html

http://www.vimeo.com/user2177485

Tube - London way of living (2009) from Kiki Yu on Vimeo.

the writing about －－－Kiki Tianqi Yu 25. Aug. 2009

Traveling through 12 lines and among 270 stations of London underground, that covers diverse aspects of the global city, I try to observe and record this tunnel space as a sphere that all possible characters of London might exist and interact with each other.

The people, the diversity of people, getting on and off, interact, interweave, interrelate with each other, with the very space, constantly constructing and reconstructing the space for its maximal multiplicity and plurality.

The busy bankers arriving at the metal-grey futuristic Canary Warf in the early morning; the trendy yuppies getting on at the oldest station of Baker Street, whose architecture has traveled through time machine, in dialogue with today’s modern advertising posters. The Pakistan man with sun glasses standing in front of white business men; the Muslim women walking with their children in the tunnel like corridor at Waterloo, passing the blond lady in suit; an old Mediterranean couple sitting straight in front of the camera. The travelers with big backpacks pointing at the tube map at Paddington, looking for the next train taking them to Heathrow or King’s cross & St. Pancras; the professionals reading the daily Metro or Financial Times at the platform of London Bridge, waiting for the train home or to the heart of night life at Piccadilly area.

The snake –like train, passing through the green field and summer blue cloudy sky of the city suburban, arriving and leaving, either fully packed like a can, or as lonely and tired as the two sleepy Londoners in the late night.

Through the making of London Tube, I experiment with the concept of public and private domain of daily life. The tube is a huge public space, where everyone with a pass can get on and off freely. It is also the space consisting of private circles that everyone is an individual; everyone is here for their next transaction or destinations. There is always someone or something waiting for everyone, even if there is nothing, the tube would still take you to a corner of London, for your next interaction with the city: Mild End or Brixton, Ealing Broadway or Camden Town, or just in the centre of Oxford Circus.

I intertwine people’s voice-mails with the inhuman mechanical sounds of tube operation. Voice-mails represent the most private messages, mumbling detail textures of multi-layered London life, in all kinds of accents and international dialects. Through the electronic tunnel, they reach each individuals coexisting in this very contemporaneous public space of London Tube.

送给将要走、或已经离开伦敦的好朋友们。那么多趟地铁来来回回，我们一起走过的路。。。

'What drives me as an artist is that I think everyone is unique, yet everyone disappears so quickly. I made a large work called The Reserve of Dead Swiss (1990) and all the people in photographs in the work are dead. We hate to see the dead, yet we love them, we appreciate them. Human. That's all we can say. Everyone is unique and important. But I like something Napoleon said when he saw many of his dead soldiers on a battlefield: "Oh, no problem - one night of love in Paris and you can replace everybody."

"...The good artists are usually the very young or the very old. The ones who are very young are so stupid that they have no fear. And when they are very old they aren't afraid any more. In the meantime, you are always, always, afraid.'

'There is a beautiful story in Proust: A sad man whose wife has just died sees a friend going to commit suicide. They pass through a garden and he says to his friend, "Look at these flowers, so beautiful. Look at the blue sky." Seeing these things, the friend forgets to kill himself. He survives because he forgets. Sometimes we need to forget. For this reason, I do nothing, and I only wait to die. We must be friendly with dying. To be alive is to be honest.'

"The big "cut", in terms of media, I think, is time or space. There are some artist videos, like Bruce Nauman's, which are more like painting, really, because they are a space product, like sculpture. But there are also artist videos that are more like cinema, because they have a beginning, an end, and we sit down to watch them.'

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST BROTHER today~~~~ 同手同脚

My first time to Scotland......

Party @ Jody's house, a mid-night BBQ due to the heavy hail storm in the afternoon. Yes, it was HAIL STORM in the end of JUNE.

yep, that was a great night, I really enjoyed myself...

After a drunk & crazy night, the egg tart I made happened to be the heart shape.

夏天到，热，真的热。

爸妈和弟弟下下周一到，期待全家英国团聚。