So what about my fart

Artist statement is a thing that I try to write once a year. The actual writing time might only last a week, spending another 51 weeks thinking, taking notes, generalizing, condensing. I think an “artist statement” is supposed to be a point of departure for me to articulate everything I want to do, however, I feel like everything I have written narrows what I am doing. Let me make an analogy. It's like you encountered life adversity, having a hard time making life-changing decisions, so you hired a fortune teller, and you were following what your fortune teller tells you what to do - I did that before, just like writing down an artist statement. I decided to stop hiring fortune tellers. Because I realized another better way, rather than making art, writing an “artist statement”, I could fart by myself, voluntarily, autonomously, opening-the-pandora-box-ly, and writing down the whole process of how I choose to fart, becoming a fartist. Let’s check the English spelling, f-a-r-t, which includes a-r-t, art. 

The connection between me and my art is just like the connection between me and my fart. I consumed, I observed, I participated, I listened, I heard, I conversed, I digested, then no matter good or bad, good and bad, I let it out. It is a natural accumulated, uncontrollable, accidental, coincidental, needs courageous, relieving, happening, which takes space, fills space, and makes space. It smells, it irritates, it might burn - since it contains nitrogen and oxygen, reaching its “enlightenment”. The happening of it might not be able to be perceived only by visual terms. It creates experience that is specifically akeen to space and place, a synchronicity that creates to be unharmonized and harmonized at the same time. It’s meant to be shared, being smelled, being sensed, through linguistic and non-verbal integration. I am inviting my audiences to share this experience with me, just like smelling my farts, but farted products can be perceived as romanticizing, poetizing, critiquing and judging at the same time. No matter what I am/ was making, mirrors, photographs, toilet paper, bullet proof business cards, kites, fortune cookies, sound, video, cake … I am farting, fortunately, unfortunately, unapologetically, disturbingly, beautifully, non-stop. 

Hope this generalization helps you to understand my fart. It is very self-explanatory I believe. Don’t laugh at my fart. I am not too worried that it happens accidentally. I will remember to say "excuse me".