Wu Gui ||
Moving Image, Installation
2022
“Wu Gui” meant turtle was stolen from Chinese vocabulary to be a pronoun, from one artificial meaning to another. Wu Gui is not any existing creature but an absurd subject, me.
Absurdity means destiny, which is the slope Wu Gui climbing. Stuck into the spontaneous neoliberal machine, Wu Gui competes for the sake of competition, involved in involution, exhausted for self-exploitation…
The shell extends inwardly and becomes panopticon, the subjectivity shrinking, shrinking to be intolerably abnormal, it spiking.
One day, on the almost mental ruin, Wu Gui suddenly grows wings, flying like a butterfly, dancing in a mania…
Run away, to the tittytainment safe house, or to be connected with multiplicities through perpetual rhizomes?
Wu Gui no longer belongs to the symbolic, wandering as a ghost or Flaneur, exiled to the real. The shell mildly embraces Wu Gui, with limitation of visibility yet a sense of security.
