The changes in Beijing are to quick. Sometimes it's impossible to think and to pass judgment on the things happening in our environment. These events influence our life, dim our sight, corrupt our soul. Reality is hidden in the new era, under a beautiful cloak.
In peaceful times it's even more difficult for people to be found out - it'seasier for people to forget their responsability and it's easier for others to use withhout constraint a power derived from illegality.
The present Chinese environment is like a meat mincer, crushing policy, economyand culture. The mincer confuses our spirit and so it loses the diversity of the sexes and it loses direction. For a long time I have made every effort to keep myself awake, in front of the beautiful flowers, the beautiful popular songs, in the presence of the deceitful shows. I prick my anaesthetised soul, trying with the eyes of my soul to see the reality behind the appearances.

Zhang Dali

100 Chinese, sono i cento calchi di teste in resina. Reminiscenza delle maschere mortuarie, immobili, congelate. Catturano un individuo e lo fissano nel tempo. Tempo che divora troppo velocemente le anime delle persone in un momento di rapidi cambiamenti.