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I'm a painting, a bunch of strong symbols, a huge deposit.
Time, order, node and periodicity determine your price to me, and the length of time you keep.
I help you challenge authority, start games, make sacrifices.
I'll change the sign for you and the symbol for power.
I'm the symbol you use to possess. I'm the most direct liquidity tool in your hands.
So if I torture you again, you still beg me.
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But I'm a backward medium, and I can't pass it on by myself.
You have to drag me to the far end of the public view with albums, videos, and data.
As soon as I hear from you, I'll be bought or sold or put on display at the auction and then locked in a safe, and I don't know which day I'll see.
It's not me, it's money. It's money.
I pretended to bet for that reason. You spend a lot of money on me, to pry more money.
So if I torture you again, you still beg me.
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I'm a commodity. I'm up, I'm broken, I'm confused, I'm up.
People were worried about falling prices and eventually going up. Because I'm back in the luxurious spectrum and I'm sealed from the head.
I'll take power.
The absolute value of finding symbolism
I am the one who made you proud: I say it does, and it does!
So if I torture you again, you still beg me.
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Prices don't represent me. It's just a moment of joy.
I'm a bet that can magnify values.
I define your caste and make you equal to the nobles.
I'm your biggest token that makes your name pass through several times.
History is held hostage, but my story is endless.
So if I torture you again, you still beg me.
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Everything has to start when you're in the team.
We were friends of the Legion, and then he did art, and I did business.
It was like a car accident.
Now, it's like he's investing, and I'm in love with art, and I'm in love with his art, and I'm trying to do something he doesn't dare to do!
He's been talking about art for years!
He's made in series, like my factory line.
I want his first one.
Others, too, need to do the same.
The capital market is full of bullets, you can imagine.
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Finally, anyway, look, I'm sitting here.
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Why must I have it?
At first glance, it was like a child who had been separated for years and could not be replaced with another few.
It defines my life's success or failure.
Look at it, I'm not myself anymore because it's me.
Look at it. Want it? What else?
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Finally, anyway, look, I'm sitting here.
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The artist made the props, and I shot him and sang for him.
Then I heard that shooting for art was not an original in the last century. The assistant said he'd look into it and see what I could do.
I just hope I can't get this shot off!
Look, if you don't do your homework first, you'll be in jail for nothing.
Swear to do good art in prison, since...
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Finally, anyway, look, I'm sitting here.
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It was this shot that made me an artist. If you want to get it, you make it for someone else.
Love works, want to own them, put them in first. I've had to be an artist since then.
Maybe I'm lucky I chose the way I wanted to go.
Look at it. Want it? What else?
To love art so much, think of it as drunk and faint.
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Me, the intern, the art gallery's most important attachment. I'm the smell of it. But I got up late this morning, and I couldn't concentrate on my face, and my shoes didn't fit.
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Today, every day, every day, every day, no matter what happens, it's not normal. No morning, no afternoon.
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Something's wrong, something's wrong with me. Who calls me his assistant, manager and agent?
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I deal with those who have money, those who will have money, those who will have no money, those who have no money, and those who do not know whether they have money or no money.
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Am I talking about artists? That's what they are, and that's what I want. Think of a life without money as a life of money, a life of passion, art, that's all. In any case, for the moment, I am only my own assistant, manager and broker.
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No money, no money, no money. No money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money. Or occupied? Fashion is my weapon.
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No money, Mark Jacobs still got to buy. No money, more Mark Jakob, more Amani, not the U-shirt! With Guch and McQueen, I'll make sure of anything.
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Without money, there is a greater need for props and art. I'm willing to do the art with these props. At present, however, I am only my own assistant, manager and broker.
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But I am a work of global capital!
I am present in Switzerland, Basel, Hong Kong, Miami Beach, Dubai, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi, Berlin Gallery Week, New York armoury, Shanghai West Bank 021, Tokyo Chebo...
I wish I could follow the wind of art forever, like a work, the wheel of the great fairs. I'd like to stop being my own assistant, manager and chump.
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You're saying I made $8,000 a month, and she didn't hear me! Last night she said I needed 800 more every month. Blame her? Lanzhou is 12 years old and I can't buy a dollar for tea eggs! I'm supposed to make a foot for a day. Look, it's the cheapest 65. There's rent, there's home, there's kids. How else can I go home?
I never dared to leave my home in Shanghai. I don't have a home, but I'm going to knock on people's homes, like a monster, and I don't know when I'm going back. I don't know if I have a home or not. Home or home? More and more homes, more and more difficult to return home.
The home, the living house, the one I saw, the one that lacked my package, the one that couldn't go on without breaking it. And I'm full of shit, and where are they? Look at them, and they're going to have an exhibition, or they're not going to make it. No home, no home, no home, no home. All left, all left, all left, all left, all left. It's getting harder and harder to get home, and every show has not yet started.
How much hope is that the gallery will be shown as such a house, one for all of us, one for all. I don't know what's going on in there, I just know what they're after, though I can't guess what they want to do. Sometimes it is a contract, sometimes a fast meal, sometimes an inflatable model, and sometimes a gun [props]. Simple, a poster, a call to the title, drags people into a busy picture. Homeless people, those who have a home but are not home, but who still have a family in mind, go to the exhibition and become fireflies and light each other. Anyway, in big cities, people's homes are getting less home-like, and it's getting harder for us to go home. The exhibit is the home of all of us who are about to arrive, making it the home of those who cannot go home and who do not know how to go home.
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I have a problem.
Problem. Problem. Problem is my work.
Money, society, your own.
I'm a producer.
You have to have a problem with production.
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That's the problem. That's the problem.
It's all about money.
Is it because of the problem?
Or art?
But it's always money that causes problems before there's art.
There's always a problem.
It's all about money.
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The problem is always about money. Money, art, markets, fame, money. For money, for fame, for art? Money for art, art for fame, fame for more money. Why don't you just pay the money and go around this big circle? Since it's all about money?
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Art, fame, markets, money, money, art, fame, markets and money. Money is believe, believe, is money. Let everyone trust you, you can take it from art, from fame, whatever. With money or money, art is done in a decent way, and people are more convinced that you bring money. Whether they earn money for them or not, they have to at least trust you to earn money for them. The problem of money, and the problem of money, is not really a problem, since it's all about money, it's all about art.
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I used money for art, and I got money? Or am I free to express myself and be paid for? I want money, sell it, get it. Is it my word in every word? I did it with the power of the money. Money's fine. I always have problems. You want money without problems? My question. Is it money for me? Why use art to solve problems, since it's just money?
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Money makes money light. Money makes it shine through you. You made this light and you got paid. You're complaining about the money coming in short? You reach out, you try. You can never get the money naked. You have to go around a little bit. The last thing you get is not what you wanted. You can't just get the money.
It's all about money. Money is a problem. Money is a problem. We've got some money in the money, some money in the money, some money in the money, some stuff in the prop, some prop, some installation, some display, some money. You can't get money in art because you can't get money in light, you can't get money in light. Because, ultimately, everything is about money.
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Li Keung, you can paint the wire
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San, do you have the lights?
Behind the walls of contemporary art, we are the invisible hand. We're its models. We were withdrawn before the show. The exhibition is the skull we left behind. We're being punished as doubles to do this job anonymously. The moment before we finish, we can't help but slow down. We cannot leave our creations like this. We still have it. We can better represent it. We're the last authors. There are more things in our production than devices and paintings, and artists are convinced. We know better how to express it, our bodies have expressed it, and we can do better. Do it for ourselves, do it for ourselves. We value the work at hand more than artists, and need it more urgently. Artists have eyes, we have hands. But unfortunately, we are just the shadow of contemporary art. We also know that we, and the artists, are only shares in the stock market. We are all unknown from nowhere, and labour and danger unite us. We are also artists, who, speaking of their own suffering as a story of others, say, in the exhibition hall, we ourselves, and only offer programmes. In the exhibition hall, we'll make you a small renovation and complete your standard aesthetic. You love to see things like that. We've also made a tent out of your gaze. We're two ways from you. It's the exhibition that separates you from us. We also want you to know that equality between people, goods and landscapes can be achieved and seen together only in other places. But you can't see us. For now, however, night and sleep do not belong to us. We are just the shadow behind the showroom that cannot be erased. Night doesn't belong to us. It belongs to the foreman who takes over our work tomorrow. The author is just us, and we don't know why we create, and sometimes we create. Our lives have been epic. We're making myths for tomorrow, doing art at our heights. Justice has never been seen on the ground, and there is no illusion that equality will always be elusive. That's the art we're going to do. But night and sleep do not belong to us. We are just the shadow behind contemporary art. It's not easy, it's not fair, it's contaminated, but it's still up to us. We know where we are, and we are convinced that we are more useful than our absence. Sometimes he wanted to learn to go to the desert, but there was nothing to do and nobody to save. In such a busy day, the ambitions of young people have finally become the patience of the middle age, and the memories of the past and the happiness that will come to pass leave us optimistic. No palaces, no villas, no kingdoms of knowledge, no prestige and the immortality of the work, but the laughs of former comrades. This is our freedom, or immortality. But for the time being, even the night does not belong to us. We are just the shadow behind the gallery that cannot be erased.
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This is the journey of capital, which must have a section of the episode, as well as blast spots, which must. This time I'm on the right side, I'm on the right side, I'm on the wrong side. But think of the wait in the middle for me! I can't do this for this moment alone. Publicity, publishing, displaying, shooting, painting, as if the script were going on. But I can't make it when I'm around. Of course, that money is also wanted, but my goal is elsewhere. What kind of life you have to live with is an art. Artists make art into life, and I want to make life into art. Making life an epic, making fate a sculpture in my hand, really, I'm not just going to make it. I want the story, the story, whatever it is. Shoot, get involved, sometimes earn, sometimes lose, as long as I'm in the script. I've been involved, I've become a character in my new work. I've been living a life I can't even think about, so I'm always saying that I don't just want the money, that my goal is elsewhere. People say I've lived. Fortunately, I can go through it again, no speed, no play. My husband, my career, my children, I've got it all, I've got culture, spirit, heart, desire, and Libido. I want to invest in the creation that hasn't started yet. Create, yes, create is what I want. I've always had a maternal touch, and I'm going to be involved in the creation of others. I'm excited about artists' little depression and great enthusiasm. I love to witness the birth of artists, like my own birth. Now, I want it to be a cultural heritage, made and taken with my mother's hand. I certainly want the money, but my goal is elsewhere. I want to love more and to live a vast life that has not been lived. Artists have to live a life that I cannot afford. The Bohemia-style guard, meeting after the wind and rain, is the part of my life. The creation and preservation of one ' s own identity has struck a hole in the chain of history. And finally, even with a pair of eyes, there's distance, poetry and art. I earn my money, but my goal is elsewhere. Every piece of my note paints my soul, which is clear, clear and understanding. They are lucky to see me, and I give them eternal life in my eyes. I'm the modeler. I'm the lead. I'm the real sponsor of artists. I'm their real provider. I live for this. An artist can live by fantasy, branding himself and making himself the object of worship. I'll follow. So I don't just make the money I earn, my goal is elsewhere.
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Seven hundred thousand?
And, $750,000?
Anything else?
Nine hundred thousand?
There's one million and a hundred thousand behind it.
1.1 million. Anything else?
It's numbers, but it's also stories.
Capital is a story, and it must also be a story in which a story emerges to match the story of capital.
Capital forces us to leave a story, and we all have to work and sink.
Like Ma Yun, like Stephan, can't stop, can't stop... without a story to tell, just shoot.
So, it has to be like Ma Yun, Stephan, it's all stories, it can't stop, it can't stop...
I'm a ruler, measuring the length of your passion.
Like a tailor, I make you famous robes.
Sometimes they help you to sit side by side with the nobles, and sometimes they help you to compete with your peers.
Those who know that you look down on aesthetics, art, symbols, culture, aesthetics and pleasures, as well as the communication of hearts, are absolutely valuable and do not have the ability to show off.
Originals, virtues, geniuses are not offered at all in the auction.
Only in competition between the same castes does the work reveal its true value.
To break the current rules of exchange by painting, the trade must convince everyone not to trust their eyes, to redefine the principle of exchange and to gain the highest symbolic authority.
Otherwise, it's just a story for the capital, like Ma Yun, like Stephan.
The painting is the key to opening social symbolism.
It opens all the doors of the world with its birth, its signature and the prestige of its previous owners.
Its origins, past generations of owners, spectrum have long determined its price, regardless of the time.
Large capital does not support on-site calculations, but only the most abstract principle behind the exchange of works. To show off is to strictly observe that principle.
Finally, of course, the celebration.
The winner ate, one ate, the other ate, and everything returned to peace.
You come in and out, you tell stories about capital, you can't stop, you can't stop...
In my offer, a new caste was born under the glory of the community, a new symbol was crowned and a new symbol game was launched.
Others are alligators, and we have misconstrued them as a equation of wealth, aesthetic differences and the separation of tastes.
What I see before me is a noble consumption, a pyrotechnic fire like Cai Guoqiang, which requires such a flaunt and glory if contemporary culture is to provide an illusion and make us all more sweet to consume.
So, you get in and out, you tell stories about capital, you can't stop, you can't stop...
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Embezzlement, forgery, dumping, looting, corruption, black-eating, smuggling, Fuscon, black brick kiln, haze, melamine...
It's a symbol. It's a symbol. It's a symbol.
Is it for its own sake that contemporary art, its accomplices, its accomplices, its new images, its new symbols, its repainting, its logistics, its promise of light, its gunnership, its creation of new symbols, its letters, its new lines, its promotion of foams, its canning of residual value, and its faster flow to the next empty slot?
Well, collections, auctions, speed up the flow of symbols, speed capital movement...
HSBC, UBS, RBS, Michael Bloomberg, providing mobile capital, dynamic financial markets, debt, and the sweat of domestic workers.
High net value, yacht prices, flexibility, vulnerability, global reserves, value services, and so on?
In art abstraction, decoding, turning images into symbols, and symbols into images, is this to make capital flows faster and to achieve universal parity?
Art helps make money, makes value work, uses services to collect services.
Is progress what leads to growth of any kind? Capital is movement, it recovers, squeezes, expands, crises, transfers, it goes on...
Capital is movement, it recovers, squeezes, expands, crises, transfers, it goes on...
Speed, voyage, profit, risk, outside, inside, capital, movement, no friction, movement through time and space, exploitation for compound growth, where exactly are we going?
Artistic capital destroys productive relationships, decodes nations-states, dissolves morality, seals the age of murder.
What do you do with the art?
Value, money, capital, real triad. Lost, re-introduced, re-gathered; capital sent to its art, re-introduced the ruins and kept the people enslaved voluntarily...
Money is decoded into capital, paid for labour, and body labour in abstraction for capital.
Decode, decorate, privatize, and find more money in the eternal cycle of capital.
Money, money, money.
Treasury bonds, futures, currency options markets, stock values, International Monetary Fund, World Bank, credit swaps, leverage reduction, mandatory competition regulations, infrastructure investment, Wall Street Party, equity incentives, Goldman Sachs, proletarian classification, property-oriented crises, prosperous but deep-seated consumer markets, housing crisis, hard landings on housing markets, negative growth, war on terrorism.
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