Contemporary Reflections

“The tape is so sticky.”

“You know, that’s why it is called tape.”

On Monday evening, a typical windy one at Chicago, the Declarations of Contemporary team started the first-day installation. In the projection room, Yan’s wife was setting up the equipment for his video. In the darkness, cords went winding and twisting. Beatriz was stapling her large-scale drawings on the wall, trying to wrap them into a separate space about her memory. Fingers got black after touching charcoal. Jeanne has put her asparagus painting on the column. The dry asparagus, was waiting for a perfectly white pedestal which unfortunately was still wet after repainting. Zhiyuan carried her framed photographs and walked in. In the photos, a role play among her father, mother, and herself is taking place. Brian’s 3D man was standing at the end of the art center, wondering how to adjust the lighting to give him a surprising presence to you on Friday.

So these are the lovely artists, with his or her unique contemplation and exploration on the current, in terms of illusion, memory, body, identity, etc. Cogito ergo sum. This is our life. This is our contemporary.