Capital shatters dreams, shall art save it?

The soul bitten by capital is reborn in the creases of art. Often, we see young people exhausted by heavy work, mocking their lives when they see the spreading mold spots in Nobuyoshi Araki’s “Dying Rose”. After learning that this was the last work of the artist’s wife before her death, all the jokes about “sorrow culture” fell silent and become a solemnity. In Suzhou Museum, a girl looked at the exhibition signs and recalled the moon on the night her grandmother passed away. Art’s healing gives us the courage to gaze upon the wounds.

The young man with red-rimmed eyes before the “Tibetan Group Paintings” by Chen Danqing seemed like a mask broken, with untaught spiritual sparks hidden in the creases. When the sky-high digital copyright transactions were made, the silent and staring figures in the exhibition hall were the true witnesses of art.

Capital teaches us to price everything, while art always reminds us that the value of certain tears is far beyond the price tag. Art never provides cheap placebo; it merely peels off the scabs of the times and allows fresh air to flow into the wounds bitten by capital. Amid the hustle and bustle of auction hammers and QR codes, those shattered soul fragments will eventually be reassembled in the creases of art, forming a beating heart of innocence.