Performing art is a kind of great imitation that people continue to make of their kind. I always define performance art like this in my heart. If you think about it carefully, performance as an art (not a form of business) seems to cover too much. I may not fully understand the problem after exhausting my life. For example, how can people understand others? Will the so-called “character” of human beings be changed? What is constant? Is it possible for me to become another person, or another person in a certain matter? But I will never stop thinking about these issues, even if it makes me look a little stupid. My performance is like two steamed buns in a steamer-we use the same flour and crowded in a small space, I see it, it is like seeing myself.
I have to admit that this is a dangerous idea: I make performance an integral part of myself.
I always hear many people say that you have to give yourself some leeway in doing things. But unfortunately I did not. This is not my intention, but it is the result of my indulgence. I enjoy this, just as I often mention to others, I enjoy loving one thing more than loving myself. I love acting, love drama, love writers who are like crystal specimens, and love people.
I was struggling for a long time because I felt that my current performance in performance was far from enough to show. And it’s obviously torture to show something that I don’t even approve of. This torture is so serious that I want to escape. There is a very interesting rule here, that is, the more I like and care about what, the more I fear. Because this kind of liking will restrain myself to a large extent, it makes me afraid to see the results, afraid to see that my ability does not match it. Very strange, I rarely do this.
Later, I thought, this strange relationship will always end.