Racing Against Time
Installation views at Galleria Continua San Gimignano, 2016
Photo © Ela Bialkowska
Racing Against Time
Installation views at Galleria Continua San Gimignano, 2016
Photo © Ela Bialkowska
"What Forms in Time, Gone with Time "
Archaeology, the profession of perseverance and endurance. From the deep layers of strata and rotten soil of the deceased, comes news borne in fragments and pieces. The emperors have long gone, leaving only the zhennan coffins with lingering fragrance; the exquisite beauties have turned into buried skeletons; the visage of the glorious era can still be pieced together with rusty stones and broken jades. Back in time the banners and flags used to cover the sun; tens of thousands of envoys carne to worship the great nation; when the great emperor sat on top of the mountain viewing the territory map, he exclaims: "What to do! There is no more land to be conquered under heaven!" Glancing around at the modern prosperity, archaeologists see crumbling walls through resplendence and splendour, see skeletons with green patina through scenes of feasting and revelry. Looking at the bountiful land and proud people already on the wane, they lay aside the books and sigh: "Where is the empire which was supposed to be as indestructible as the monolith? Hieroglyphics have long disappeared in silence, where is your homeland today?"
Saber-toothed cats, trilobites, gymnosperms, tyrannosaurus, who is the fierce hero of its time? The Jehol Biota organisms, archaeopteryx, platypus, cyanobacteria, who is to fall to its doom? The species carry out according to their abilities, the weak being at the mercy of the strong, some flaunt their prowess, some are oblivious to their surroundings. The once most dominant terrestrial, dinosaurs, can come to its complete extinction, and humans used to be nocturnal shrews during the timeline of evolution. Lessons from the past two hundred million years are right in front of our eyes, the dreams of empires are like magic spells.
The king of Yelang thinks highly of his kingdom, so he must have built grandiose gates to intimidate the common people. When establishing an imperial court, even on an isolated island, you immediately build a soaring tower to honor the grace of God. The stories may be different, the manners are the same. Piles of brackets of buildings, cauldrons of food and offerings, prominent official rankings and titular honors, and indulgence in wars of aggression. Policies of dynasties may be different, but their essences are the same. While imposing exorbitant taxes and levies on people, they also must scheme to build giant structures as symbols of prosperity: the plump grapes and hills of wheat may as well be illusions of painted cakes. So, we weave a net of literature, burn the banned books, and shut the opposition's voice; we only spread the auspicious and happy words to encourage the hearts; and build temples and shrines to bribe the ghosts and gods. The nature of things may be different, the affection is the same. No matter how small the Yelang tribes were, they had domes, and under the domes, stand their proud and honored men. From the Tower of Babel to the Colosseum, from Tatlin's Tower to the Palazzo della Civiltà Italiana, from the Siosepol Bridge to Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge, how can the everlasting vaults in your views for three thousand years be an isolated architectural coincidence? It is the essence and crux of the imperial aspiration! The sentiment may be different, the forms are the same.
The unescapable curse of empires lies in the disbelief of statutes and the manifestation of forms. Though nations can be irreconcilable enemies for generations and impossible to live under the same sky, centuries later, when looking at the visuals of their stateliness, they seem to come from the same family. Looking at the similarities of the flags and emblems of newly decolonized countries and their former suzerainty, are they enemies? Are they partners?
The forms in Gates of Empires stem from Emperor Huizong of Song's painting Auspicious Cranes, where the secret birds hover above the Forbidden City, looking ancient and serene. In the work the cranes become imperial eagles flying above, the majestic buildings become hummocks with crows cawing in the secular world. The imperial forms are like what Ferdinand de Saussure once said: 'What forms in time, must be gone with time".
Qiu Zhijie
67th Year of PRC and 1st of January of Year of Bingshen
Map of Mythological Creatures
2013
ink dub rubbing on paper 7 pieces
7 pieces, 120 x 240 cm | 47.24 x 94.48 in each
total dimension 120 x 840 cm | 47.24 x 330.70 in
Ed. 3
Photo © Meng Wei
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