The second-hand van caked in mud from my exhibition “Outer Space and Moon Series” now gets back on the road. Driving as asphalt road, metal signs, and cement buildings stretch ahead. Some people say that when driving to the point that driver merges with their vehicle, the driver will feel an illusory pain in the right side of their ribs if something collides with the right side of the vehicle’s hood. When I am merged with my second-hand van, then my speed limit on the road is 100 km.

During a particular era, On the Road was once filled with romantic and wondrous possibilities. However, how am I to act rebelliously on the freshly paved road after getting a job assignment today? My second solo exhibition ”The Wannian Station on the Road“ deconstructs some experiences of my personal life and transmutes them into an alchemy-like unmanned theater. On the road, my eyes wander over street signs, the light from my car's headlight, and my cell phone screen. When my head is swimming, the Wannian water tanks on the roofs in a distance turn into my space stations, and the rocks on the road become my brain. Repeatedly and forcefully re-stating/reshaping the props of my life and make them different outlooks is like everybody nowadays gets up and works hard every day, tries to prove that their life is still on track.

If you come, you can sleep in the Room and sing in the Wannian Station.