The semantics of "Reproduction": "Sketching" that is loyal to the object has never existed, only the infinite reproduction of narcissism will last forever

What Lao Jian wanted to say, After watching the exhibition "Reproduction of Evil"

When I opened the curtain, I looked at the self-portraits under the light-absorbing black velvet cloth and the people who were already sitting in a row. There was no reason for a little embarrassment. I quickly found a seat and sat down. The moment I stepped in the door, I had received a lot of information. I knew that there was no need to be nervous. This was a place that would accept anyone and allow anything to happen. Everyone was sitting in a circle under the painting, chatting funny words before the action started to create an atmosphere. I was near the door, and there were two small paintings on the bookshelf behind me blocked by my back. I was a little embarrassed but felt it was wonderful. The person in the small self-portrait stared at me from close range, penetrating me, like a miniature in a theater where people and people, people and works merge into one. After the video, Jiating began to distribute papers and draw with everyone. I began to wonder if the rhythm of the whole performance was too loose and long. However, this is not a club watch. We don't have to use high-energy setup to keep people entertained from beginning to end. We are just creating a constant-temperature night that connects energy to each other. Both parties guess and imagine through drawing. Capturing stillness and change, but ultimately falling into the trap of "you are all my works" Painting is about the action scene of gazing, which makes me think of countless classic self-portrait forms. Maybe this also prevents me from interpreting it... But what kind of interpretation is needed? To understand a common dilemma? A creative attitude that does not use any high concepts or other things to cover up and repair oneself? The so-called standards preset by countless viewing experiences make me still feel a little at a loss when facing the objects that are revealed sincerely. While watching, I was fighting against my own fear - overcoming my hesitation and timidity towards any extreme, inappropriate and vicious creative method. My favorite work that day was to reproduce one audience subject after another under the guise of sketching. Myself under the drag splashed through the semantics of the theme | reproduction |: "Sketching" that is loyal to the object has never existed, only narcissistic infinite reproduction will last forever.

ps I followed the map route to the vicinity of 510. I bought popsicles in a small supermarket in a residential building and then continued to find my way. I found that Building 1 where the supermarket is located is the destination I was looking for... a wonderful synchronicity.

Exhibition "Reproduction of Evil"