With the title text in mind, if a mark is found on the exhibition wall happens to take the shape of a snail, there might be a slight comfort in the heart.
When research is done about the title text of this exhibition, you will notice that it is from the last sentence of the short story "The Mark on the Wall" by the British writer Virginia Woolf. The story begins with the author observing a mark on the wall and unfolds a series of drifting imaginations, a series of stories or memories to guess the nature of the mark. The last sentence is the final reveal by the author, a definitive statement, yet a humorous conclusion to the article. This exhibition is derived from the passage, and attempts to transform such connection into a layer of imagination, a method: through active viewing, the exhibition images can be created in parallel, and the narrative can be restored in reverse order to relate to its origin.
Returning to the moment, let go of Woolf's text, its role has been sufficient. The answer to the spot is no longer important, whether it is a grain of sand, the black smoke of a burning candle, the small edge of a knowledge map, or a surging scratch in real life; in short, they are equal.
This exhibition showcases the works of 13 artists, each of them bringing image narrative and materiality of equal relevance, not higher than each other, not higher than the essence of life. This kind of parallel also permeates the large language model, and the assembly of the model makes image generation much easier and faster than before, and the audience's "right to interpretation" has reached an unprecedented height - everything seems to be replicable. Facing acceleration, seeking intrinsic value, participating and connecting in one's knowledge system, has become the reward and injury of this pixel point game.
Take two steps back and experience the blurring of the field of vision at the edge. When the clear boundary is gradually lost, just like the mark on the wall, before the last sentence of the conclusion is written, consciousness can freely disperse.
