台北當代藝術館 官方網站 Museum of Contemporary Art, Taipei

策展人｜方序中 「時間是記憶最大的敵人？」 二十一世紀最簡單的迷路，是我們找不到回家的路。 上個世紀最傷的一顆心，是「有家歸不得」； 這個世紀掉下的第一滴眼淚，竟然是「無家不得歸」。 2015年秋天，在屏東東港共和新村拆遷在即前，我們開啟了「小花計畫」。老人家說起落葉歸根，不想老去所以離開家的我們，卻變成了還未凋零就沒了根的一片葉子⋯⋯。我們起初憂心忡忡、尋尋覓覓，世界那麼大，找不到能夠一起回家的那個人；我們變得失魂落魄、奮不顧身，找到了自己，卻找不到可以一起回去的那個家。我們等到了可以一起回家的那個人，找到了可以回家的那條路，可是卻再也回不到那個家。我們找到了彼此，卻成為了各自的異鄉人。我們多久沒有寫信，也就多久沒有寫信回家，昨天忍不住在信封上一筆一畫寫下這輩子第一個背下的那行住址，今天被郵差退信的理由不是「查無此家」，而是「查無此人」。沒有家的我們只是個異鄉人，遊走在似曾相似的記憶裡。 漸漸地發現「時間」是個溫柔的殺手，追逐時間的我們，在匆忙之間慢慢遺忘曾經珍惜的一切。原以為會一直保留在記憶深處的一瞬之間，卻也隨著季節汰換而失去了光影。如今，第五年的「小花計畫」，我們描繪起各自的回憶，透過流行音樂來重組原本失去記憶的節奏，再度喚起了回憶的旋律。視覺藝術團隊以光影、互動與跨媒介材質，與旋律呼應迴響著。聽覺描繪出記憶的骨架，視覺豐厚了回憶的肉身，一首首樂曲皆是不斷提醒我們面對不願失去的一切，這些善意的設定，只願讓你在聽完音樂後，彷彿也體驗了每個人的故事。 最終，回歸初心，找尋你不願失去的＿＿＿。 “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.