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different colours: Fragmented self: spotlight on his face, broken glasses constituting a face. The refractions light up on sides of the room where hidden pieces are.
once ive stopped being a creator, my creation is just a piece in the room.Hence, I use a lens of the audience.
Mirror book: each leaf alternating between reversed penned letters and mirrors. The middle pages are central mirrors. The opening of the book’s centre leads to an infinite splitting of the self. The mirrors on the left pages will reflect writing that dissects the right brain, and vice versa.
Sculpture built from fragmented mirrors. Mirror Reflection: Spotlight and Coloured Pieces.
A father’s face: multiple spotlights reflecting off the sculpture onto the letters on the wall.
It could be a whole half of a body, a torso, even. Or even a hand, holding a mirror.. which reflects onto the wall, the lights could have different colours to could you present the emotions of the peace’s. Irrational fear lies in ha ha. You have to look to the light source. when the light turns on you will see all the pieces on the wall connected by different lights to the sculpture. so without the light and without the sculpture, you will not see the light that is shining upon each piece, and so each piece will look disconnected. with the light, Each piece will be connected until someone stands in the frame of the lighting and disturbs the flow, representing a break in a train of thought, are in this case train of light.
A mirrored tongue refracting light to tiny sculptures/ words (leaping out of the mouth.)
Corridor: a long mirror on the wall, reflecting hanging texts in mirrored writing
Could have painted sections on the mirror with sculptures on them.
Tiny people: with mirrors embedded as the face.
Wall pieces with letters below them.
mirror fragmented into a face a body
Centerpiece
Take pieces of the mirror to examine reversed writings in the letters Son displayed on wall?
On carousel? Mantra of wanting the best for the child. For the family. Understanding how being the father, taking inthe catalyst breaks him into something
You see pieces of yourself in him.
Unearth letters to me, words I don't remember you saying to me, you may have never spoken them. But they are there in back and white full of potency , typed with emotion and longing to break this wall between us in the future
There are times when my heart feels as if it would burst. At other times my heart feels so deadened I can hardly move
But my heart remains beating through it all. It is only my awareness that changes.
也許很多人的父親比較是背景人物吧, 其實是刻意避過父親的
重點是
我們經常沒有在來得及的時候
告訴父親我們對他的感受
而透過創作的重新 梳理
或許可以從中得到一些關係的改善
或前進
或放下
或原諒或感恩
长得越大就发现到父亲也只是一个承受好多负担人
我觉得我会从这里开始发展
他們其實也都只是一個
人 而已
卻真是經常承擔過多其實我們的父母都是
他們除了是爸爸是媽媽
也是一個男人 一個女人
一個人！
但當了爸媽後
他們有時自主性或被動地成為超人
父母這責任是一種強迫性的催化劑
平凡人都被逼成為超人了
1. Sometimes, vomiting ugly Words leave a pit in your stomach. It carves something away from you, you feel like you’re a beetle that has been overturned and the vulnerability of your words and ugliest thoughts are now uncovered you fear your sickly limbs waving in the air. And you are speechless in this nakedness.
有时候，吐出难看的话会在你的肚子里留下一个坑。它从你身上刻下一些东西，你觉得自己是一只被推翻的甲虫，你的言语和最丑陋的想法的脆弱性现在被揭露了，你害怕你生病的四肢在空中挥舞。而你在这种赤裸状态下无言以对。
我不说出心声的原因
In my bed I cry—wanting to swallow my words
the words that left my mouth burns in the air. The air that blew heat into your cheeks And Your cheeks bellowed a gust a torrent a flood
| 被泪水沾染的枕头 被枕头埋没了再也吞不回去的话 被话无意中吐出的一把火。 被火的热气吹翻的脸颊 你脸颊咆哮出一阵狂风洪流
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That I wished you did speak But you had no words And left mine burning in the air And They are still there ugly and red above the dining table
| 就是我预料之中的发展 我已备了防御 但你却无话可说 而我的那把火依然在 桌面上丑态百出的燃烧
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Letters to you go unwritten, I dare not voice out thoughts in my head— I dare not have the thoughts that would bring you shame. Your voice encompasses me, the magnetic needle—your tongue leads my feet back your ro(a)d of iron. I run far,
At each itch oI see your face swimming into view—a line wobbling beneath your set lips
that part with a torrent of crows and doves.
Your path of black and white bled to build mine.
but all I know is grey.
Two sides of the same world, tired.
We do not speak at the dinner table.
3. The struggle of ticks and symptoms of fragility when the father is putting up a front of strength.
SON:   Once upon a time you were perfect. I roamed my fingers over your wide expanse. you draped me over Your shoulders so broad one day I realized your shoulders were thin I heaved the pit of my stomach as I pressed one cheek upon bony nervousness.
  
你是完美的。我的手指在你宽阔的土地上漫游。当你把我搭在你宽阔的肩膀上时我就知道了 然后有一天你的肩膀很瘦，当我用一个脸颊压在骨头上的紧张感上时，我的胃胀了起来 | FATHER: 我的梦想极大，也曾经完美无瑕。   不停的飞翔是我的责任也就是为了你—— 是一種強迫性的催化劑 这压力——平凡人都被逼成為超人了  胎儿式—— 就是我的应对方式。 |
Then you were gone, and my body lost a little of your warmth. I could see your embers burning low too. And soon I learnt to be empty of that feeling I called love.
人走了，我的身体失去了一点你的温暖。我也能看到你的余烬燃烧得很低。很快我们就失去了那种我称之为爱的感觉。
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i linger like a stranger,
A prodigal Coughing smoke dross for treasure
The gates to are open, and the angels call to welcome,
Therefore I no longer covet the world as my home.
All saints in heaven, hope that I will see you soon,
I will go to the rejoicing, the Lord has forgiven my sins,
Although I am weak and poor, the Lord is strong and supportive,
Therefore I no longer crave this world as my home.
annular
I will live forever in the glorious land of heaven,
Let the redeemed saints rejoice in victory,
They praised and sang, and answered in all parts of heaven,
Therefore I no longer crave this world as my home.
Chorus: Lord, you know that my unscrupulous friend is like you,
If heaven were not my home, I would be homeless,
The gates of heaven opened wide for me, and the angels called to welcome them,
Therefore, I no longer crave this world as my home.
Praydator
Our father in heavensees with unpainted eyes
Hallowed be thy name warbled in forms carved on wood and minerals
Thy kingdom come once upon a time only in fairytales washed clean in each rendition
Thy will be done repeatedly moved by hands of the human condition
On earth as it is in heaven flooded in ichor to a drop of blood
Give us todaylove lite lust zero as the embezzlement of the righteous
Our daily Breadcrawls with handmade maggots in man made grain
Forgive us of our sins parceled with slimy tongues, dispatched unto another address
As we forgive those who sinned against uswith fresh ink on engraved paper
Lead us not into temptationbut repress, remodel, and alter the codes.
But deliver us from the evil one
Elements of erasure, unexpectancy + in first person pov
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