Qingshe Walking

Let’s perform an uncoordinated Dunhuang dance to the natural and ethereal ensemble music in the pitch black, and then take a look at the colorful flying murals, the thousands of miles of Yadan landform, and the peaceful desert now. Small town, we are in it.

This may be the charm of "Presence·Speech" and "Art Presence" of ADCC School of Life Arts. They hope to use the brand column "Presence" to integrate music, culture, history, aesthetics and other humanities Scholars gather to recreate the power of the moment and immediacy.

And when the two words "Dunhuang" gradually became three-dimensional, real and friendly during the five-day and four-night trip, this group of people from all over the world truly calmed down. Come.

At this moment, we are in Dunhuang

As the sun sets, the strong wind rages in the sand, throwing up thousands of dust. When the sky is dyed a yellow-brown color like sand, the sky and the earth merge into each other. When they became one, the endless black stone mountain shadows in the distance disappeared from sight.

A bus turned into a point in time, chasing the footsteps of the setting sun and the sand and dust, crossing crazily on the road that could not be seen at a glance. When the sand and dust were left far behind, the two When the unsaturated green poplars and the transparent river appear in your eyes again, Dunhuang stands openly in front of you.

This is the Dunhuang in our eyes, and it is also the Dunhuang that remains in our hearts. It has the ruggedness of men in the northwest, but also the gentleness of a small town in the south.

The flying goddess statues and grotto paintings that can be seen everywhere are embedded in this small town, along with the construction sites under construction, blue and white schoolchildren walking on the road, and the fragrance of freshly baked food. We walked step by step through the alleys with huge chunks of mutton.

Although there are no neon green lights in big cities here, the vibrant and slow life atmosphere reflected in the cultural imprint makes those of us who are in a hurry on a business trip unconsciously take a nap. Son.

At this moment, we are in Dunhuang.

Because in Dunhuang, we can clearly feel the biting and dry wind blowing on our faces, and even the nostrils have a grainy feeling of sand. If we hadn’t discovered the mother river called the mother river by the locals, Danghe, we are still stuck in the first impression that Dunhuang is full of desert.

Dunhuang, which has been around for thousands of years, became truly familiar to people due to the excavation of the Mogao Grottoes. Later, with the help of paintings by famous artists such as Zhang Daqian, it successfully aroused the appreciation of modern literati, even though it was later included in the art curriculum. system, but how can the few pages printed on the book truly reproduce the weight and depth of the ancient city of "Dunhuang".

Dunhuang, known as the world's museum, has long been famous. It is not a hot topic but not a lack of admiration. In the current era of pursuing rapid development and high-quality life, what is more needed is someone who can really understand it. , a confidant who is willing to spend time with it.

Shi Min, who has spent half his life wanting to go out with "Dunhuang Dance", Hou Liming, an aesthetics researcher who has endured loneliness in the two-point-one-line situation for 13 years, has already entered his sixties and still wants to leave something for Dunhuang. The folk artist Lu Shengzhong and ADCC, who want to protect Dunhuang through contemporary art, are Dunhuang's reluctant "confidants".

At this moment, we are in Dunhuang.

In this long or short but precious time intersection, everyone puts aside distracting thoughts, sits down and becomes a listener and witness to the thousand-year-old Dunhuang art body. As for what you heard, If you want to do something, it depends on what kind of indissoluble bond you have with Dunhuang.

In Dunhuang, sometimes "civilization" is like a mound of yellow sand that reaches the chest, weighing down so hard that people can't breathe. Those stories that withered outside the Great Wall, and the people who lived and died here, made me look around like a beetle in the vast sea of ??time, unable to control myself.

And when we escape from the traces of human civilization together, the sense of reality brought by nature allows everyone to take a breather from the heaviness of history.

In the early morning of October 28, we stepped into the carriage of the "Art Bus" and followed the ADCC group to swim 440 kilometers across the sand sea with the theme of "Art is Present", and borrowed the land art installed along the way. , installation, sound, performance, sculpture and other interactive art forms to discuss more links between Dunhuang and the present and the world.

More than 200 people were speeding through the desert in four buses, and large expanses of light-colored sand quickly receded outside the windows. We were full of curiosity about this ART BUS STOP installation art exhibition. Taking the vast desert as the scene, how do artists create traces of civilization in the desolation?