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2013年9月20日 星期五

Uzar 烏扎

 


 

 







  烏 扎  葉 子 啓

Uzar   Yeh Tzu-Chi

Koprivnica, Croatia   2013 

Photo by Vasan Sitthiket, Watan Wuma

curator:  Sinead O'Donnell,  Vlasta Delimar

http://www.mojazemlja.hr/en/my-land-2013/


以表演場地原為製繩場為發想的Site-specific之作。我自井裡拉起沒有水的四只水桶﹐以繩索將之拉到寫著Uzar字樣的黃色牆面前的小桌旁。在Uzar下方寫上「繩匠」二字﹐帶領觀眾念此意義相同的二字。稍後﹐我將桌面上的石子及未熟果子撥進抽屜裡﹐再以推拉抽屜製造聲音。之後﹐我在左手臂掛上三條不等長之衛生紙條﹐繼續以右手推拉抽屜製造類似機械運作的聲音。當中穿插拉開抽屜拿出裡面的果子或石子塞進口中咀嚼的動作。時而製造聲音﹐時而將果子石子塞進口中。到無法再塞進任何果子時﹐我拿掉瓶中玫瑰花﹐將口中嚼碎的渣渣吐到瓶裡﹐再把玫瑰花插回去。那時我口中彷彿著了火﹐於是我說:現在我需要水﹐一位觀眾立刻遞上瓶裝水給我﹐我漱漱口﹐將水吐到地上。



This is a site-specific performance dealing with the history of the venue as a rope-factory before.  After pulling four buckets without water out of the well, I pulled them to the small table in front of the yellow wall with the word UZAR.  I wrote繩匠, rope maker, under the word UZAR, and taught audience to read it.   I removed the pebbles and immature fruits in the jug to the drawer, made noise by pulling and pushing the drawer.  Then with three different length of toilet paper on my left arm, I kept using my right hand to make mechanic-like noise by pulling and pushing the drawer.  In the middle of that action, sometimes I took pebbles or immature fruits out of the drawer, put into my mouth and chewed them.  I stop the action when I couldn’t put anything more into my mouth.  Then I took the rose away the jug, spit everything into it and put the rose back again.  At that moment, I felt fire in my mouth so I said “now I need water.”  Someone gave me his bottle of water.  I washed my mouth with the water and spit them to the ground.

 








2012年9月13日 星期四

記得 Memory


                                                              snapshot from video




記 得   葉子啟 


Memory    Yeh Tzu-chi   

   

    海岸咖啡   Hualien, Taiwan  2012

 

  photo  余威琁 




《記得》是花蓮女詩人敻虹的詩作。我請人寫成書法橫幅擺在書房已近二十載。是我從年少至今仍十分鍾愛的一首詩。趁到花蓮帶領工作坊的機會﹐面對著廣袤碧藍的太平洋﹐我嘗試以現場行為表演方式來讀這首詩。 

Memory is a short poem by Hsiung Hung, a woman poet who lives in Hua Lien. I had it written in Chinese calligraphy and hung on the wall of my study room for almost 20 years. It's a poem I love so much ever since I was very young. In the workshop in Hua Lien, I tried to read this poem with a live performace when faced the big blue Pacific Ocean.