Performance
Awc Wang
I walk into the absurd.
I maintain the absurd.
I am loyal to the absurd.
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Standing in the grove, as an absurdist. Facing the world with a proper distance, snooping, observing and escaping the meaningless, purposeless, chaotic or irrational. The Ok-man, an illusory hero who appearing the attitude of “be ok with” any matters. Expecting to seek the truth, the intelligence and morality of inherent value. In the conflict between human tendency and human inability. “Okay, okay.” The alienation can be put under any kind of political social structure. A choice that can choose "no choice", a hallucination in hallucinations.
Medium:
Performative VideoSize:
10:02 min.
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Conversation I — Awc Wang, Conversation I, performative video, 10:02 min., as part of 302_Redirect, This Is Tomorrow, London, documented by Rey Xue 2020
Informed and contradicted by the ontology of performance art by Peggy Phelan. I experimented with a different way of documenting performance art and the further possibilities of documentation here in Conversation I.
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard is a durational live performance that explored the concept of interactive performance in the context of contemporary art. In this performance, participation and interactions was been deconstruct into 3 different layers, which set up three parallel spaces that happened at the same time. Within the coexist of parallel spaces, I use headphones, mustard, tangerines, and recorded audios to accomplish a series of actions of incompatible and non-sequitur, to respond to the decadent orders in the society as shifting and changing.
Medium:
Tangerines, mustard, headphonesSize:
1h30min.
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
Listening My Mustard — Awc Wang, Listening My Mustard, Disorders Vol.3, Ugly Duck, London 2019. Documented by Fuqi Zhang
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
百年好合 — 百年好合, virtual installation with texts, London, documented by Awc Wang, 2020
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Touching upon its salty bitterly icily things.
Swinging floating melting subverting gently.
Subvert I.
It is not a matter of the present but for eternity.
It is Joan of Arc.
It is the chance to prove that a cow is not I.
It is not a matter of opportunity.
It is not a matter of the wildly windy directions.
Ant,
Agon,
Ism,
Ant,
Agon,
Ize,
Slacken, loosen, gradually slower.
Re,
Lax,
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Vitality, is it?
The chaos caused by vitality, is it?
Vitality an individual impulse, is it?
Vitality a passion without practicality, is it?
Different kinds of dizziness quickly gathering and dispersing.
The illness is so ill.
Tomorrow is another day.
Think of fully soaked put in.
Think of can’t change the I, the Avatar.
Avatar.
Is it individual will?
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Symbolism, emotional symbolism, cultural symbolism.
Burdened tiring Avatar.
To be borne while the subject disappears.
To be borne while the horizon drowns.
No ground wired exists and no one else.
Can we still see poetry in the world?
Can we still see poetry in the ocean?
The gap between the world and the ocean.
The circus or else existence.
In between poems.
Tomorrow is another day.
Completely bottom sit-in.
Idealism, heroism, communism.
The great personality the moral courage.
It is gone.
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Does it exist?
Does it really exist?
Front, back, left, right.
All around with no clues.
Did it exist?
Did it really exist?
It is not fluently enough to exist elsewhere.
Suffering, misery, distress, tribulation, pain does not affect appetite.
How bizarre.
Tomorrow is another day.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Touching upon its salty bitterly icily things.
Swinging floating melting subverting gently.
Subvert I.
It is not a matter of the present but for eternity.
It is Joan of Arc.
It is the chance to prove that a cow is not I.
It is not a matter of opportunity.
It is not a matter of the wildly windy directions.
Ant,
Agon,
Ism,
Ant,
Agon,
Ize,
Slacken, loosen, gradually slower.
Re,
Lax,
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Vitality, is it?
The chaos caused by vitality, is it?
Vitality an individual impulse, is it?
Vitality a passion without practicality, is it?
Different kinds of dizziness quickly gathering and dispersing.
The illness is so ill.
Tomorrow is another day.
Think of fully soaked put in.
Think of can’t change the I, the Avatar.
Avatar.
Is it individual will?
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Symbolism, emotional symbolism, cultural symbolism.
Burdened tiring Avatar.
To be borne while the subject disappears.
To be borne while the horizon drowns.
No ground wired exists and no one else.
Can we still see poetry in the world?
Can we still see poetry in the ocean?
The gap between the world and the ocean.
The circus or else existence.
In between poems.
Tomorrow is another day.
Completely bottom sit-in.
Idealism, heroism, communism.
The great personality the moral courage.
It is gone.
It is beyond logic and above reason.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond inconceivable.
Does it exist?
Does it really exist?
Front, back, left, right.
All around with no clues.
Did it exist?
Did it really exist?
It is not fluently enough to exist elsewhere.
Suffering, misery, distress, tribulation, pain does not affect appetite.
How bizarre.
Tomorrow is another day.
