A scar...

一道疤，是褪色的時間，被綁架在來不及腐爛的傷口之上。

空白很久，仍舊逃避不了日曆上那些刺眼的數字，如打卡鐘般機械式的掉落、拾起、壓縮、推進、真空。最後，被打包成透明的萬年曆，懾人的輪迴，無聲運轉著。假裝，充其量只是應急用的消炎藥。釋懷，卻是強效止痛錠。然後，上癮，絕對的後遺症。

A scar marked a period of fading time, which is kidnapped by a rotten wound.

Mar, Apr, May...a blank space. A blank but filled with those irritating figures which work on the punch card as a mechanical rhythm. Eventually, those turned into a perpetual calendar, fell into its destiny, and were separated into past and future...without now.

A scar inked a piece of sinking memory, which indirect cause sequela to happen without being noticed.

show time

這是一場大型聯展，在倫敦，在泰悟世河旁的倉庫，在英倫罕見大雪過後第三天，在攝氏零度沒有暖氣的廢棄倉庫內，在心力交瘁趕工趕趴之際，在論文季節來臨前夕，在與前一個他說再見之後，在遇見下一個他之前。

雖非個人秀，雖然開幕當晚熱鬧無比，雖然該來的都到齊，獨缺席的...也許正是手持攝影機的那位。

Facade

What is this word "I" ?

It composed of memory, experience, hate, love, regret, desire, diary, style, tattoo, thought, idea, an alias or a surname...

Author is an "I", audience is an "I", and artwork is also an "I".
Each party all wants to be the first person, the first person of this context.

Who can invent "I" ?
Who can occupy "I" ?
Who can explain "I" ?

姑且把曖昧放一邊，氛圍的塑造是長期失眠得來。遊走夢與醒的邊際，“我”這個主體的思維再清晰不過，只不過，是真是假，如同羅生門的答辯般，無解。對稱的兩扇窗口，各自展演完整、分裂、壓抑、掙扎、解脫。情緒是段落，風格是養分，等個被過客收集。兩張面孔，彼此對照被釋放的假象，吸吮殘餘的真實感。原來。存在，是為圓謊。

拿今天擦掉昨天。

past, past, past, past, past, past, past, past, past...

how to forget? just like remove tattoo, painful but easy.

to be duplicated...

這不是攝影，這只是複製再複製的定格。
This is not photography, this is merely sculpting time, not create but mock.
這不是裸體，這只是卸下偽裝的原形。
This is not naked, this is merely to take the camouflage off.
這不是失焦，這只是表現主義的濫用。
This is not out of focus, this is merely a cliche of expressionism.
這不是路人，這只是符號迷失在十字路口。
This is not a passerby, this is merely a symbol losing itself.
這不是巧合，這只是另一個即將出現的句點。
This is not a coincidence, this is merely another punctuation mark, period.