There's no single artwork I even want to mention or that I can even really think about it to have any feeling, to be proud of it.

In a society like this there is no negotiation, no discussion, except to tell you that power can crush you any time they want — not only you, your whole family and all people like you.

Cities really are mental conditions. Beijing is a nightmare. A constant nightmare.

Widespread state control over art and culture has left no room for freedom of expression in the country. For more than 60 years, anyone with a dissenting opinion has been suppressed. Chinese art is merely a product: it avoids any meaningful engagement. There is no larger context. Its only purpose is to charm viewers with its ambiguity.

The [China] government has improved in the last years. Of course, the structure is still the same; there's still a one-party system and strong censorship.

I have to find a place for my own. I have to search for my own happiness.

Recently I danced in a video spoof of the song 'Gangnam Style,' and it was quickly banned across multiple Chinese online video platforms. But the story still traveled all over the world, carried in hundreds of international media reports.