宣言

Menifesto：all the solid melts in the air，to put out a menifesto，you must want A，B，C，to formated against 1，2，3.To fly or rage，to shapen ur wings to conquer and seminate little abc or big ABC. To sign，shout，swear，to prove ur no plus outro，to organize pros to form an absolute and irrefutable evidence. I am against action. I am for continuous contradiction and affirmation too . I am neither for nor against. I do not explain，because I hate common sense. I am writing a menifesto，because I have nothing to say. I speak only of myself and since I do not wish to convince.I have no right to drag others into my river. I am olidged no one to follow me. And everyone practice his art in his own way.if he knows the joys to rise like an arrow to extra layers or other joys to goes down to mine of corpos flowers，fertil basels. and Does anyone think they find psychic base common for all man kind. How can anyone expect to put order into chaos to constitute that infinite shape of variation？MAN

[爱心]我认为的好的电影本身就应该是艺术品，应该对你具备基本的尊重，也可能只是给到你一个灵活/无拘的框架与精选的元素，这有点像美食给到你上好的食材，而料理本身，留给你自己操作的空间结合自己毕生至今的感想与理解，发生完全的与不完全的化学交互/反应，而你，可以被认为是这部电影的“料理师”.是的，你沉浸认真的为自己料理这道菜。_Maskin

When there is a shortage of genuine urgency -- political or aesthetic or otherwise, an established artist makes art by finding an established actress to read out loud established art historical texts, and calls it manifesto.

It doesn't seem to be self conscious of the irony of its commercial gloss, bourgeois opulence, stylish artifice. Is there a manifesto that does not manifests anything new, raw, or real? Is there such a thing as a makeup manifesto?

Maybe there is, in the kind of art world establishment we have. Maybe there isn't, there are only make-up artists -- there is apparently an army of them here, who are the true artists of this artwork.

I used to think it is bad enough for us today to have only dead manifestos. When Julian Rosefeldt bring them back to life, I see zombies. Now I regret.

The ticket money I spent on this How Art Museum exhibition: what a regret also. How Art Museum, like many of those newly established contemporary art institutions in the past few years in this country, thinks that having a "creative" name makes it look more creative. It does, but this "creativity" has as little to do with contemporary art creation as Julian Rosefeldt's "Manifesto" has anything to do with manifesto.

This is the first exhibition (a manifesto exhibition) of How Art Museum, along with a design exhibition elegantly titled "The New Creative Future of Chinese Design," and a shop almost the size of a whole exhibition floor filled with arty merchandise, appropriately named "art derivatives", by Jeff Koons, Murakami Takashi, Xu Zhen, Xiang Jing & Qu Guangci, and their wannabes. Outside the shop is the namesake hotel filled with sculptures and paintings by even worse artists. The museum requires all visitors to exit the museum into hotel's third floor (then to its tasteless lobby), instead of the museum entrance, so that we have to endure this exhibition outside the exhibition.

Unlike Julian Rosefeldt, who does have his own merits in art, which I do not bother to mention here, this bright new How museum seems to be desperately assembling and manifesting everything that is wrong with the art world, and from its beginning we've learned that all it wants to do in the future is to assemble and manifest more. The only problem left for them is how.

“不仅要改变艺术界，它旨在改变全世界。我们在世界中寻找自我，向世界呼喊出自己内心的不安，我们要重现狂飙突进的时代。”导演朱利安说。 —— 引言

我并不是很懂艺术，但我熟悉我所理解的个人世界，充斥的虚伪，矛盾和永无止尽的贪婪。这是这个时代，这也是每一个时代。

身处于这样的或者那样的体制下，我们永远都是戴着枷锁前行，我们幻想着有朝一日可以自由的舞蹈，却不得不在第二天早上按时起床去推石头上山。

我们，用我们来欺骗自己，用他们去给他们做榜样。

铸建了一个庞大无比的监狱。

而宣言，

大概也算是一种反抗方式了吧。