太平, 2023
With all flatness, 2023
12.10 – 19.11.2023
EJAR 東玉藝興
Room A, 4/F, SIL 635 A Kung Ngam, Shau Kei Wan
阿公岩筲箕灣內地段635號4樓A室
《太平》指向今刻紛擾中的平靜，並試圖在這些「平面」中尋找逃離的缺口。
藝術家去掉影像用以敘事的外殼，他希望策展出一件獨一無二的藝術形體，讓觀眾能夠透過一系列象徵，讓符碼在自身與觀者各自經驗碰撞下，建構彼此獨一無二的構句語調；繼而讓創作者從中逃脫和恢復，一如其自身所渴望從他在過往從事新聞攝影中揭示的創傷中，解脫開來、繼續邁步前進一樣。
‘With All Flatness’ is a creation that seeks tranquillity amid chaos, and a way out from these flat surfaces.
By removing the sole narration from the visual documentary, the artist wishes to curate a unique piece of artwork where the audience can link it to their own experiences in life through a series of symbols. After all, all of us can recover from the pain of life, just as the artist wishes to move on from his traumas exposed in news photography.
在被觀看之前的一切圖像，因為其無從定義和追溯的特性，有著取之不盡的可能。我無比渴望著，自身的行動與經驗，在被捕捉、審視、剪接、安裝的過程中被取消，在擺脫敘事的同時迎向更龐大的網絡——在此處，你觀看到的，同時錯過的定義了所有。記憶被磨得細碎，那輛燃燒中的汽車、那次公路上的狂奔、您流過的淚和您因病忘記的東西，本來就通向無處；何不將之變為我們的喃喃自語？
無意義。
像妄圖忠實地記錄一般無意義。
像我渴求被理解一般無意義。
像書寫一般無意義。
像做藝術一般無意義。
了無目的地駕駛，悼念著人間最美麗的光——那道將一切不斷溶解和黏合的光，讓我聽到面罩下受難者聲嘶力竭的呼喊，本應被槍火和躁動所蓋過的呼喊。
或許我再也無法停止製造更多的影像，可是我學會了聆聽，學會了觸摸，學會了接納無處可逃的自己。只有這樣，才有前進的可能。
(節錄自 soundpocket 聲音掏腰包「藝術家支援計劃」創作日誌）
Due to the indefinable and untraceable nature, all images open up endless possibilities before being observed. I crave for my actions and experiences generated from the processes of capturing, examining, editing and installing these images to be canceled out, in order to break free from narratives and embrace a greater universe. Here in this piece, what you see is simultaneously missing definitions. The memories left shattered - with that burning car, that wild dash on the highway, that trickle of tears shedding on your face and that of the things you forgot when you were ill - all lead to nowhere; why not turn them into our own whispers?
Meaninglessness is like,
the attempt of documenting everything trustily;
the yearn for being understood,
the writing, and
making art.
Driving aimlessly allows me to mourn on the most beautiful light in this world - the light that is constantly dissolving and binding with everything unmasks the desperate cries from the sufferings, of that should have been drowned out by gunfire and restlessness.
I can no longer stop creating more images, perhaps. But I have learnt to listen, to touch, and to accept myself, who becomes inescapable in life. And only because of that, I can move on.