2018 柚子林美濃溪左岸景觀營造暨裝置藝術計畫 夏天到了,鐵刀木也開花了,我們的黃蝶同伴兒飛哪兒去了;兩只羽蝶眨啊眨的,聆聽溪流細語,怎地翻身,就落入了紅塵人間。一夜未眠,一大清早你提起了皮箱,我撐把油紙傘,決然踏上離鄉之路;望盡那漫長的一眼,黃狗兒的吠叫聲也終究化成縷縷輕煙。 夜裡的閃光燈依舊刺眼,膠卷輪轉,忙碌的腳步聲雜沓來回。一篇篇故事,寫進了黑色鏡頭之中;一窗窗影格,笑聲與淚水,大地的吋吋脈絡就此蔓延。累了的黃狗奔跑不再,佔住了空下的戲椅,以最沉靜的坐姿,面對大螢幕後那最深的凝視,那是屬於未來的光芒。 走了太遠,才能記起故鄉;一歇足,才懂記起時間。 |
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FILMING DREAMS OF HOMETOWN
2018 Meinong, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan
The coming of summer has urged Kassod trees to blossom but where have our yellow butterfly companions gone?
Dancing gracefully along the murmuring stream, two butterflies fall into the material world of humans in a fluttering of flies.After a sleepless night, we resolutely started off for a journey away from home with a suitcase in your hand and an opened oil-paper umbrella in mine.The long glance back eventually turned blurred while tawny dog’s barking also became muffled.
The still-irritating dazzle of spotlights plus rolling movie camera and disorderly footfalls have added hustle and bustle to the night.Chapter by chapter stories are delineated into strips of films through the dark lenses.
Frame by frame, laughter and tears are recorded as scenes of life events. Occupying an empty seat, the tired tawny dog has stopped running. In graceful rest, it gazed intently at the far side of big screen.
The long journey brings to mind my hometown while stopping on the way for rest reminds me of the time passage.
It turns out that nothing has changed. We are still the pair of happy-go-lucky yellow butterflies.
2018 Meinong, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan
The coming of summer has urged Kassod trees to blossom but where have our yellow butterfly companions gone?
Dancing gracefully along the murmuring stream, two butterflies fall into the material world of humans in a fluttering of flies.After a sleepless night, we resolutely started off for a journey away from home with a suitcase in your hand and an opened oil-paper umbrella in mine.The long glance back eventually turned blurred while tawny dog’s barking also became muffled.
The still-irritating dazzle of spotlights plus rolling movie camera and disorderly footfalls have added hustle and bustle to the night.Chapter by chapter stories are delineated into strips of films through the dark lenses.
Frame by frame, laughter and tears are recorded as scenes of life events. Occupying an empty seat, the tired tawny dog has stopped running. In graceful rest, it gazed intently at the far side of big screen.
The long journey brings to mind my hometown while stopping on the way for rest reminds me of the time passage.
It turns out that nothing has changed. We are still the pair of happy-go-lucky yellow butterflies.