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​          流逝的  不是时间         而是自己

​It is not time that was elapsed,but oneself 

-The inner philosophy of Chengjingshi's art

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​     selfie from Chengjingshi‘s wechat

Mr.Chen,stage name is so called 'poju'(破驹Broken pony) He was born in Fuzhou, Fujian.

Broken pony represents as one of the artists who was officially unknown, underrated in the mainland.

Beyond his short life, it was all engaged with performance art, online trading, and poetry.

He began his performance art career in Beijing In 2006,

At the end of May 2016, Mr Broken pony was died in 河北省,无极县 (Infinity county, Hebei Province), by the car accident while performancing, at the age of 27.

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​photo by Chenjingshi,2016

Broken pony has been wandering in the mainland for many years since we met.

At the third grade of my BA ,we had some talk through our mutual friends, he then made a brife of his life : dropped out of school very early,wandering all over the mainland with two feet, liveing a lifestyle of begging, partime-working, parasitizing, roaming, etc.

Footprints tracing around mainland places such us Tibet, Qinghai, Yunnan, and Inner Mongolia. 

Wandering wasn't an easy task, especially for a married man like him. Yet we were shocked by he has been outside of home for five years, and haven't divorced by his wife.

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It seems that the wandering projects has became the last work of his career. 

So far  the most profound influence on me, on people who knew him around, is his “小草流浪记” (Wandering of a small grass).

He started this wandering plan from Beijing, picked up a grass that was not implanted in the soil on the right side of Tiananmen Square grass garden , carried it with him since then.

 

 

                                  'Wandering of a small grass'

It was completely dry mud under the grassroots when we looked at it, grass under

the Tian'an Men square looks nothing different from plain and ordinary small grass ball

all over our uni greenbelt.

Broken pony‘s art mobilization makes him very ascetic,unlike any other performance

artists in the mainland at this contemporary art industry , which is unique. 

Artist with an authentic attitude don't normally catch up with the flashing techniques

in our day to day life. It's an critical mind strenth to contain the analysis and judgments

of this now-time world. His whole life seemed to be a vintege art event, started with

brand new talents, closed when everything still using and glamouring

His diet was simple and raw. Sleeping with the bushes, on the street,  park benches,

and the small grass ball became dry and loosened whilst wandering.

It is difficult to disassociate Pony’s life experiences from his work, as a friend and

audience. and it is difficult to measure his work against the popular evaluation standards

of artisticworks.  

Broken pony launched the "I fulfil your wish" art project in the respect of his necessarily

needs like financial support, passed the last choice is begging,the projects seemed fairly

enough to live with.

"I fulfill your wish" mainly is to helping others to accomplish things and wishes by his body,and

then get the corresponding living expenses from supporters.

 

 

 

Mr.Broken pony's philosophy

He regards him as a human who has nothing to lose, a man who is practising in the TAOISM, a completely naked one, naked without clothes but mostly been a naked one who facing the Chinese society.

The de-socialized identity helped him gained the opportunities to “have some tea with police officers” as well.

Because there is nothing more to lose, he has the courage, time, and guts, premeditated to help others to accomplish things that others couldn't do. 

Such as 2016.  I gave him some money, let him help me to cry when I want to cry, do not hold back.  Meanwhile, I've seen what other people want to accomplish: some people were more sympathetic to the life quality condition of him and paid him to eat an appropriate meal, some of the others asked him to take a picture, or requires Broken pony go where they could not go, kill the animal, cut the trees, or even worst things and so on.

His art was gradually spreading among the niche and the underground cultural platform, but I think that no one should have the right to make the judgment, he was a prolific artist can't be defined. After all, he was also an ordinary person with wife and family, but he knew "living" better than any of us.

 

 

Mainland Subcultural Artists 

You won't know if you don't ask him, "what did you do to art today?".

Like so many artists, no matter famous or not, this is a version and overview of those very

typical, oriental china man.

Mr.Broke pony's forbearance, weight-bearing, and straightforward experience are written

on his face. 

Such personality and principle also influenced my art more or less:

I could talk about politics, but I choose to write a poem;

I could talk about war, but I decided to water the flowers ;

I could make a very complete academical sculpture, but I decided to go to

the balcony to feel the breeze.

The artist who like Mr.Broken Pony reminds me of Chinese-America artist Tehching Hsieh, who

also activated in this field. Men like this are living life under the uneven society.

I mean, a man who lives in China's society but is not hostile to life. Those Artists was

abandoned by the big group of people who were doing the socialism national construction.

 If a person lives in poverty, but never complains,  just keeps doing art, I can only think of him

wandering on the edge of despair and affection.  

This reminds me of my own artistic experience and the status of the academical environment.

Us and Mr.Broken pony seem to be placed in two completely different worlds, but we are

both doing art.  Sometimes I feel powerless: Is it true that people can't make "art with

a cultural background" when supportive conditions are proper?

Mr.Broken pony's art sometimes looked very disgusting, he used to live with a died and

a cankered chicken for a month. the chicken from the smelly boomer to ashes. I've always having

alert about those kinds of art, because the academical languages showed behind, But now I

realized that we'were just on the same channel,  what I’m sure is that we all have a different

personality from the state of life: like, sometimes his piece of work is obviously calm and

elegant, but individual works are bloody disgusting.  This is difficult, as the artist wants to do

a little harder, a little bit disgusting, but it just doesn't feel sick.

Anything that becomes a strategy will become a fake performance

But poetry is the common language of mankind.

this is the most recent thought of mine about him, he was not fake.

In addition, I also felt like a few of his poems published online would be the gift for all of us.

He is a Chinese artist, his poetry is Chinese, but I still want to translate it in English. 

 

Translation:

<Crazy grass>

5th Nov 2010, I picked up her on the right side of the grass garden in front of Tiananmen Square, she has been withered after I carried with her while I was travelling at Yunnan.

It's been 5 years, I'm always with her wherever I went to, but this time I want to take her back to the place where she should be planted, from Yunnan to Tiananmen square, it's about 3000kilomiters, roughly 3 months needed if I walk 30~50 kilometres.

(picture is Yunnan Wuwei temple, 3rd Mar 2016, start from here).

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photos by Chengjingshi,2010\2016

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Artist Tehching Hsieh

One year performance

via google

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We are naked body, carrying the bed on the back

looking for a place to singing songs

the ending is

I'm kissing your, bloody and fleshy face

you ask me ' how does it feel'

I said

Not bad

There is a woman

passes by me  farted

she told me with her eye

when she looked back with my eye

this

is good

sleep here tonight

Shanxi, Hejing

2016.May,08

Don't want to think anymore

Abandoned my shadow on the Asphalt road

Accepted the crushing by tire

I don't want to look at it every moment of time

I can't hold it's hand

Don't want to think anymore

Seems like roots' heart was dug by the earth

Actually

tree

doesn't have a heart

sleep in the self-service bank

Shanxi, Hancheng

2016.May,06

copyright notes:

All of the artworks including poems in this page about Chenjingshi has it's copyright

except for the pictures from general social media

All of the content of the words are written by Fengjiazhen, with all respect, tribute to the artist Chenjingshi.

RIP

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