[Brain curation | Healing group portraits | Curator heroine × Introspection emperor | Fireworks in the city]
Dressed as an abandoned concubine in the cold palace, I decided to turn the cold palace into an immersive contemporary art exhibition.
Palace fight? I don't fight. My stepson was poisoned, so I wrote an assessment form for him. The emperor is here, and I will give him the audience code C. The Queen Mother wanted to close the exhibition, so I gave a performance titled "On How Audiences Kill an Exhibition" on the spot.
Later, the entire harem wrote "I dare" on the wall. Later, "Have your Majesty eaten today" written all over the walls of the capital?
The emperor wore an old blue shirt every day to see the exhibition. He said, "I'm here to make an appointment for tomorrow."
I handed him a charcoal pen: "How to make an appointment - write on the wall."
Intention: A world-wide exhibition, a meeting of all people in the world