Thursday？！

 突然想到Andy Warhol 的時空膠囊， 和自己的衛生紙與花瓶和黑貓的故事。

衛生紙故事發生在歐洲；花瓶發生在美國， 黑貓發生在台灣。

想到榮格說的：

「與其做好人， 我寧願做一個完整的人」

完整需要探索自我，有時和別人一起，有時各自像平行宇宙太空船，有時在這個時空次元，有時在XKW的另次元裡穿梭。

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昨天拜友的Netflix帳號終於看了「星期三」影集。有人說那個叫星期三的小女孩像我以前。

我笑說那就叫我星期四好了，成人版的星期三。

The truth is, once you were Wednesday, never more the same. 

Maybe you could evolve or grow up, so to speak,  into Thursday, but there's always a before that is Wednesday inside of you, underneath your skin. Like it or not. It is what it is. You can pretend it's not there or fool urself. But ur body, aka ur emotional mental spirit body, would remember it quite clearly.

身體的記憶是很驚人的，嗯，身體不是只有肉體， 身心靈的各方面層次， 會在不經意的時刻， 鮮明的跳出來，和你揮手說哈囉

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話說完整的人： 一但完全擁抱了自我或者所謂的愛自己， 那不管哪個day都是一個完整的day了，不是嗎？

然而愛是有極端性的， 全然的付出或自私的極端黑白傾向。

啊 這一切都很有趣呀！

不過有趣的有時也具有折騰人的特色 哈哈 🤣

我個人喜歡比較不對稱真實的東西， 因為人類就是這樣啊😸

分享個我愛喝的cider， 自從青少年在美國就開始愛上cider了， 有個木質香的味道混著水果味

取自~啦啦的隨手紀~12/25/2022

love behind everything

 喜歡看年輕女孩活在當下的不拘

也鍾愛成熟女人回眸謎樣的笑容

那個的這個的

都在我心裡

你愛上的

並不是

一個女人

或傳說中的女神

那個完美但遙不可及

你愛上的

是

一條川流入海的

唱著歌跳著舞的

在林間花叢裡穿梭著的

抱著樹喃喃緩緩的

正在伸著懶腰披頭散髮的

正在喝著午茶聆聽收音機的

在喜怒哀樂的紅毯上跌跌撞撞依然邁步走著的

迴迴轉轉層層次次靜靜呼吸的

流動著屬於獨特旋律而又平凡節奏的

一首詩

-最近上完「love behind everything 」的課還在感受中某天搭捷運時突然腦中開始出現的字句

Trilogy Shorts

「未來愛麗絲 Future Alice」

最佳女主角 Best Actress Award | 坎城短片節 Cannes Shorts Film Festival France 2022

*中文Podcast訪問 Taiwan Podcast Interview*

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0BAdQLmEsz6hkBENsHZTnq?si=Keyl2iD0QS-dt-KsaJCo1A

*Trailers 預告片*

1. Future Alice 未來愛麗絲 :

https://vimeo.com/816614363

2. Falling Velvet 落紅:

https://vimeo.com/816619873

3. Miss V Going to W: 

https://vimeo.com/848404691

*For Full discussions/Artist Talk @ the 2023 Stockholm Cinema Program*

https://vimeo.com/861577501

*For other video_film writeup/interview*

1) https://issuu.com/delm42/docs/stigmart_videofocus_special_edition_nkq--

2) https://issuu.com/delm42/docs/______4224_book

 

AND THIS I DREAMT, AND THIS I DREAM

 

AND SOMETIME THIS I WILL DREAM AGAIN,

AND ALL WILL BE REPEATED, ALL BE RE-EMBODIED,

YOU WILL DREAM EVERYTHING I HAVE SEEN IN DREAM.

TO ONE SIDE FROM OURSELVES, TO ONE SIDE FROM THE WORLD

WAVE FOLLOWS WAVE TO BREAK ON THE SHORE,

ON EACH WAVE IS A STAR, A PERSON, A BIRD,

DREAMS, REALITY, DEATH – ON WAVE AFTER WAVE.

NO NEED FOR A DATE: I WAS, I AM, AND I WILL BE,

LIFE IS A WONDER OF WONDERS, AND TO WONDER

I DEDICATE MYSELF, ON MY KNEES, LIKE AN ORPHAN,

ALONE – AMONG MIRRORS – FENCED IN BY REFLECTIONS:

CITIES AND SEAS, IRIDESCENT, INTENSIFIED.

A MOTHER IN TEARS TAKES A CHILD ON HER LAP.

－ ARSENY TARKOVSKY

〈AND THIS I DREAMT,  AND THIS I DREAM〉

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 This poem was from a massive research period before 2019 COVID hit.

At the time I was doing an intl performance exchange and gonna premiered a new 

stage play abroad. 

Excited. They had a theater company that I sincerely loved their

work too. 

This was part of the making-of pre-production research period for me. 

dig dig n more digging in.

Somehow this poem resonated with what I was creating back then.

Then COVID came, we couldn't go.

Then now.

Slowly open the Pandora's box, looking thru the kaleidoscope visions :))

*Also dedicate this poem above to my bros spirit, today is his passed-away anniversary. RIP to all passed souls. Death Rebirth is just another layer of dreams.

 Wael Shawky "Cabaret Crusades" Egypt

That Yonder World

This conversation comes spontaneously, with an old friend Tao: a filmmaker.

Suddenly thought in the end of 2019, I had a talk with a woman named mimi. 

She was also a filmmaker.  

At the time she had a deck of photographs matching with poetry texts , and she told me she wanted to make "PoetryTarot" decks.

We played around. 

I asked a question:

Then I picked:

We discussed what this could mean. But none of us were really sure. 

As time goes by, from where I am in the 3D world, I can see now what it can possibly mean. 

Keep going keep going 

Find the forest of your heart

As if no return 

Bind farewell without ends  

Hold that flame 

  (photograph 2024.01.20.)

Ps:  I used to write a lot. Everywhere I lived.

I remember going to the second hand bookstore & squeezed my body into the tiny spot looking for books to buy to read, under a dim yellow light. That was like the old-world charm. Poetic and romantic. 

I read also tons since I was little.

My parents got divorced very early and I had a long period only I was at home alone. 

At first scared, then came to love it.

That seemingly dark place, like a cocoon, was the place that butterfly was made of. 

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Some years ago an UK curator contacted me, asking me if he could exhibit some of my text-visual-poetry works. 

I was excited, then showed him some of my notebooks. 

He liked it right away. 

I was surprised, as those scribbles doodles were like a mystery, sometimes even to the author herself years after. 

Unrecognizable fasthand seems to come from another world.

Mixtures of diary, performance ideas, costume drawings, poetry, street encounters etc. 

The curator wanted to exhibit them all!

Unfortunately it didn't work out. 

Pages went silently like a nice country lady sewing old socks, only the crackling sounds of fire could be heard on such a winter's day

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On the rebirthing days.

Without planning, writings and reading came back to me.

It's fluid again. 

Lots and lots and lots and oh so many ideas 

and things and this and that.

Like an ocean.

I am a sea. 

Yes.

I am a sea again. 

Siren of the backroads. 

Drawing journal onwards

True Colors: Drawings & Voices from the wounderland to wonderland (II)

*Last but not least, I want to add a spoken

 word reading based from something I wrote before but haven't been able to perform. 

It's like I could hear those words in my mind

and could wrote it down in details but my voice was yet to be unwrapped and expressed wholely. 

So I recorded this as I finishing the final project. A bit raw and not perfect. No rehearsal. And I made a video of it too :))

https://on.soundcloud.com/ANqNQ