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「查无此人─小花计画展」

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「查无此人─小花计画展」
Where Have All The Flowers Gone -- These Flowers. Musical Memory & Art Exhibition

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展览简介「时间是记忆最大的敌人?」

二十一世纪最简单的迷路,是我们找不到回家的路。
上个世纪最伤的一颗心,是「有家归不得」;
这个世纪掉下的第一滴眼泪,竟然是「无家不得归」。

2015年秋天,在屏东东港共和新村拆迁在即前,我们开启了「小花计画」。老人家说起落叶归根,不想老去所以离开家的我们,却变成了还未凋零就没了根的一片叶子⋯⋯。我们起初忧心忡忡、寻寻觅觅,世界那幺大,找不到能够一起回家的那个人;我们变得失魂落魄、奋不顾身,找到了自己,却找不到可以一起回去的那个家。我们等到了可以一起回家的那个人,找到了可以回家的那条路,可是却再也回不到那个家。我们找到了彼此,却成为了各自的异乡人。我们多久没有写信,也就多久没有写信回家,昨天忍不住在信封上一笔一画写下这辈子第一个背下的那行住址,今天被邮差退信的理由不是「查无此家」,而是「查无此人」。没有家的我们只是个异乡人,游走在似曾相似的记忆里。

渐渐地发现「时间」是个温柔的杀手,追逐时间的我们,在匆忙之间慢慢遗忘曾经珍惜的一切。原以为会一直保留在记忆深处的一瞬之间,却也随着季节汰换而失去了光影。如今,第五年的「小花计画」,我们描绘起各自的回忆,透过流行音乐来重组原本失去记忆的节奏,再度唤起了回忆的旋律。视觉艺术团队以光影、互动与跨媒介材质,与旋律呼应迴响着。听觉描绘出记忆的骨架,视觉丰厚了回忆的肉身,一首首乐曲皆是不断提醒我们面对不愿失去的一切,这些善意的设定,只愿让你在听完音乐后,彷彿也体验了每个人的故事。

最终,回归初心,找寻你不愿失去的______。

Where Have All the Flowers Gone
—— These Flowers. Musical Memory & Art Exhibition
Curator  Joe Fang

Exhibition Introduction

 “Is time the greatest enemy of memory?”

The easiest way to be lost in the 21st century is to lose one’s way home.
The greatest sorrow in the last century was “unable to return to one’s home.”
The first drop of tears in this century is unexpectedly shed for “having no home to go back to.”

We started These Flowers project in the Autumn of 2015, right before the demolition and relocation of Gong-He Military Village in Donggung, Pingtung. The elders used to say that fallen leaves would eventually return to their roots. We leave because we wish to resist getting old, yet we become rootless leaves before even withering. At first, we worry and search in the endless world to find the person that we can go home with. We get frustrated; we fight regardless of all risks; we find the self, but cannot find the home to return to. We find the person to go home with and track down the path that leads to home, only to find that “home” exists no more. We find each other, only to become drifters in the end. The time that we have not written a letter is how long we have not sent a letter home. Yesterday, I could not help but picking up the pen to write a letter with that very first address I ever memorized; today, the letter was returned. The reason for the failure to deliver is not “address nonexistent” but “addressee unknown.” Without home, we are mere drifters, wandering from one familiar memory to another.

Gradually, we realize that “time” is a tender killer. As we chase after time, we have slowly forgotten everything we used to cherish. Those moments that we thought to be carefully preserved in our minds have lost their luster along the course of seasonal cycles. As of now, These Flowers project has reached its fifth year. We hope to portray each other’s memories, using popular music to recreate the lost rhythm and to recall the melodies buried our reminiscence. The artists have teamed up and employed light and shadow as well as interactive and interdisciplinary media to echo the music. As the sense of hearing materializes the bone structure of memory, the sense of sight gives memory a corporeal existence. Each song seems to remind us of things we do not wish to let go. Through these well-intentioned works, it is hoped that every listener can experience others’ stories when listening to the music.

Let’s return to the most innocent self to look for ______ that we have tried so hard to hold on to.