“Fire”, 5’28”, 2003

The so-called art world is just a house of madem
controlled by smart guys. Here there is no such thing
as utopia. There is only accident. Unable bodies go to
art for codes and incantations as fertilizers for
nerves and physical bodies. It’s like the transaction
of electricity within wire that seeks every chance to
release itself. . I am my mother, my murder, and my
fertilizer. All my injuries have been cured by my
secretion of happiness and bought by my endurance.
Every experience has been turned into “money”, which
in turn becomes nothing when used for exchange with
thought. I don’t like sleeping but I do love dreams.

Wu Ershan