Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Collect the Skies/ Behind the Bars




Wonderland Festival - part 1 : story-installation exhibition
my artwork:
Collect the Skies/ Behind the Bars



From 2 Dec - 23 Dec
Venue: SSA - Shanghai Street ArtSpace
Address: G/F, 404 Shang Hai Street, Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon. (MTR-YMT A1 exit)
Opening hours: 1300-2000 (monday and public holiday off)
Tel: 27702157
SSA Website: http://www.ssa007.org/



Collect the skies/ behind the bars
Story:
A little girl, she lives behind the bars,
wandering between the city and it's buildings,
some visible, some not.

And that she loves thinking,
looking into the sky, staring into the void, to think.
So she has to search for a perfect piece of sky.

She ends up holding
a cluster fo scattered skies,
she sobs,
''you can collect all the pieces of the skies." says a drop of tear.



she carries with her her scissors,
cutting off pieces of sky,
when she gathers the skies......




故事︰
有個女孩,she lives behind the bars,
每天穿梭遊走於那個城市的巨柱之間,
有的看得見,有些不。

因為她愛想,愛望著天空,想,
所以她要尋找一片完整而藍色的天空,
去想。
可是她找到的,
是一塊一塊的,零碎的,天空,
她哭了。
淚兒說︰你可以把所有的天空都收集回來啊。

她提著剪刀,
都處去collects the skies。
她堆砌著天空的碎片,然後。





artist statement:

'Set me free!'
I yelled, to myself.
'How?'
I questioned, myself.

I wander, around the city, between the buildings, along the streets.
Contemplating, my mind, my life, my world.
I gaze piercingly, into the buildings, into the smog.
Searching, the sky, the skies, my skies.

A surge of melancholia strikes me:
I was astounded, the visage of the city resembles my life.





Living between buildings,
living behind the bars.
Collecting pieces of skies,
collecting remnants of life.



To set up an installation piece is to create a continuation of the story, so as to articulate my feelings with visual elements and spatial assimilations. It is rather temporal in the sense that it is only an interpretation of the story, an engraving that sculpts my sentimentality of the moment in time.






Dear you,

Visibility is a trap.
Enjoy dancing in the reveries, the perplexity of reflections.
You constitute yourself.
You are the one.

Love,
Me.

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