Mocube is honoured to present the latest exhibition of artist Yang Shuangqing Swallow Dreams opening on July 8, 2023. Following his solo exhibition Hot Spring Avenue in 2019, this is Yang Shuangqing’s second solo exhibition at Mocube. The exhibition will run until Aug 20, 2023.

What I depicted is a range —— dangerous, mysteriously expected, and indefinable as the appearance of clouds high up in the Zhongnan Mountains. It is supposed to be a tool for introspection foremost and then has all the other attributes, for which both are important.Looking back, the path that has to be followed is not as solid as it should be. Try to start with a little primitive. Wake up to the self-knowledge raised by my own identity, and be more sincere. There is no need to build a flying saucer with an iron plate. I have long been accustomed to processing images that have nothing to do with me. I wish to alienate part of the influence of these images and attempt to look at unprocessed natural scenes. Interestingly, the relationship between appearance and reality seems to be consistent from the inside out. However, when it comes to the actual observation and application, there are frequent short circuits, which vaguely open up a glimpse of new possibilities.In my dream, I witnessed the moon moving up and down at high speed. The morgue is next to a dirty garbage dump to escape the hazardous and stupid game. The information it contains, including the illusion of time, will achieve unification and then be swallowed up by the dreamer one bite at a time. This process generates a feeling of disbelief, a feeling of absurdity. To the extent that these opportunities led to aesthetics and preferences, they are counted as the source of the artist. This source is resembling a pendulum, which grows progressively smaller in amplitude when self-conscious. When encountering turbulence in life, it foolishly swings with abandon. Nevertheless, the pendulum has a small fulcrum, and that is the desire to explain oneself.The desire to bring forth the illusion of life, the dream-eating tapir, maybe a certain part of our collective subconsciousness. All are in a changing motion. Whether this pattern is a ring, a ray, or something else is yet unknown. We will just have to wait and see. So everything is spontaneous and the odds are that it ought to be what you imagine it to be.

Text by Yang Shuangqing