“世界 观”徐杰个展
展览日期：2013.08.18 – 2013.09.15
开幕时间：2013.08.18, 下午4点
展览地点：上午艺术空间（上海）
展览海报
“世界 观”徐杰个展
这是一个由事件铺设开个人讨论的现场，它无关乎发言者是否以艺术家的身份自居，因为讨论本身与视觉美学的那套体系没有太多牵连。它是关于人的，关于一个在中国改革开放八十年代初期出生，在这片由单纯的迷蒙走向宏浪滚滚的土地上成长起来的人，带着他的怯懦和特有的热情。他的理想，如果他还有理想；他的思考，如果他还愿意思考。或者说，都不是，这是他在肥满无际的野地里拖着长了一截的裤腿，边走边捡拾来的各种金属小部件，然后用它们铺摆出一方开满鲜花的地。
眼下，对生活的构建早就不受信念的影响，很大程度的受到事实的左右（而且是那些从来没有成为信念的事实）。在这种情况下，真正的文学活动是不可能在文学的范围内发生。具有意义的文学写作只会在行动与写作的严格交替中产生，它必须在传单、宣传小册子、杂志文章和广告中培育出不显眼的形式。只有这种即时的语言是应那时刻而产生的。观念对于社会生活这部庞大的机器来说，好比机油与机器的关系：人们并不是用机油发动运行机器，而是在我们已知的，但可能未见的机械接口中注入一些润滑剂而已。
——节选自瓦尔特·本雅明《单行道》
This exhibition is an event-driven discussion. It doesn’t matter if speakers consider themselves as artists, discussion itself has nothing at all to do with aesthetic theories of the visual communication media arts. It’s all about the person who was born in the beginning period of Chinese Reforms and Opening-Up in the early 80s, and grew up on a land underwent rapid economic and social expansion with cowardice and passion of his own. His ambition, if he has any. His thoughts, if he’s still willing to think. Or, neither of the two. It is about his walking in the wild fields with one pant leg hanging longer and gathered all kinds of small metal parts to decorate his space as if he brought the look of flowers into it.
The construction of life is at present in the power of facts far more than of convictions, and of such facts as have scarcely ever become the basis of convictions. Under these circumstances true literary activity cannot aspire to take place within a literary framework – this is, rather, the habitual expression of its sterility.Significant literary work can only come into being in a strict alternation between action and writing; it must nurture the inconspicuous forms that better fit its influence in active communities than does the pretentious, universal gesture of the book in leaflets, brochures, articles, and placards. Only this prompt language shows itself actively equal to the moment. Opinions are to the vast apparatus of social existence what oil is to machines: one does not go up to a turbine and pour machine oil over it; one applies a little to hidden spindles and joints that one has to know.
—— Excerpt from <One-way Street> by Walter Benjamin
