Sun Yuan & Peng Yu: Can’t Help Myself (2016)

“The angel, a transcendent being, has become powerless, unable to carry out God's will, or to help those who believe in its existence.” — Sun Yuan and Peng Yu

Sun Yuan and Peng Yu Angel 2008 Silica Gel, Fiberglass, Stainless Steel, Woven Mesh 180 × 220 cm

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Look in art: Sun Yuan & Peng Yu

Sun Yuan [born 1972] and Peng Yu [born 1974] are artists living and working collaboratively in Beijing.

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Billy Collins, “The Afterlife” →

They’re moving off in all imaginable directions,

each according to his own private belief, and this is the secret that silent Lazarus would not reveal: that everyone is right, as it turns out. you go to the place you always thought you would go, the place you kept lit in an alcove in your head. Some are being shot into a funnel of flashing colors into a zone of light, white as a January sun. Others are standing naked before a forbidding judge who sits with a golden ladder on one side, a coal chute on the other. Some have already joined the celestial choir and are singing as if they have been doing this forever, while the less inventive find themselves stuck in a big air conditioned room full of food and chorus girls. Some are approaching the apartment of the female God, a woman in her forties with short wiry hair and glasses hanging from her neck by a string. With one eye she regards the dead through a hole in her door. There are those who are squeezing into the bodies of animals—eagles and leopards—and one trying on the skin of a monkey like a tight suit, ready to begin another life in a more simple key, while others float off into some benign vagueness, little units of energy heading for the ultimate elsewhere. There are even a few classicists being led to an underworld by a mythological creature with a beard and hooves. He will bring them to the mouth of the furious cave guarded over by Edith Hamilton and her three-headed dog. The rest just lie on their backs in their coffins wishing they could return so they could learn Italian or see the pyramids, or play some golf in a light rain. They wish they could wake in the morning like you and stand at a window examining the winter trees, every branch traced with the ghost writing of snow.

Sun Yuan and Peng Yu, Can’t Help Myself, 2016.

Altschmerz n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.

why am i not better - ethan jewell // numb little bug - em beihold // untitled (v) - tang sumi // a pearl - mitski // can't help myself - sun yuan & peng yu // divine loser - clem turner // thursday girl - mitski // the dictionary of obscure sorrows

if i died , 2013

peng yu & sun yuan, silica gel and fibreglass

remember when everyone was sharing videos/images of that one robot squeegee art installation and people were genuinely connecting with it and crying bc they felt something from this installation and a bunch of assholes crawled out of the woodwork and were like "LOL THE TIKTOK KIDS ARE JUST NOW LEARNING ABOUT ART AND ARE ENJOYING IT LMAO...."

“I will cast abominable filth upon you, make you vile, and make you a spectacle.” — Nahum 3:6

Sun Yuan and Peng Yu, Can’t Help Myself

700 x 700 x 500 cm, Industrial robot, stainless steel and rubber, cellulose ether in colored water, lighting grid with visual-recognition sensors, acrylic wall with aluminum frame

2016 Tales of Our Time, Guggenheim, New York, America

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Can’t Help Myself (2016) by Sun Yuan and Peng Yu

thinking about her (can’t help myself robot)…

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