艷 陽 和 雨 天

                前陣子刷到 「 摸魚 」咖啡館為音樂會的海報，老闆在近半年前的 「 音頻人 」尾聲後所提起的 「 有時 」終於實現。那名字起初聽起來確實有點古怪，但誰知在老闆親自手繪的海報裡卻表現得自然又顯眼。曾問老闆， “何為有時？” 而他的回覆還挺符合人生主題： “ 有許多事，因為有時～”  我想它的含義為除了有時的狀態，除了有時的思緒，除了有時想彈唱某些歌，感覺上 「 有時 」 的確帶來一種沒什麼可被容許永恆不變的心情。也正如此，那時卻隨之變成了那時候當下唯一可去體驗的瞬間。既有人說過去與未來都並非現實，且時間也只不過是清醒時的幻覺，那麼最真實的該是 「 那時 」 的 「 有時 」。 眼看著海報，想起之前所創給老闆的 「 音頻人 」海報，因自己沒收副本而需在網上載下。當時覺得過度依賴電腦軟件做設計，感到非常疲累加無趣，就選擇了在 「 摸魚 」聽他們一邊練習一邊在場弄出海報的時刻。當然，含酒精的摸魚心態是在那空間裡 ‘玩設計’ 時唯不可缺的調味料。有時，還想做設計。有時，真的很厭倦。有時，但又愛又恨。有時，原以為不會再見的人經歷了一段時間後回來的一時興起在短暫的期間內也可以再突然消失得無影無蹤。Sometimes...

                Whilst on a postage run at the post office, I cannot help but recall brief conversations from the evening before where asked, "What do you think of the art landscape today?".  To think I have no words among a group of artists, my best is that it evolved faster than we could comprehend and it would proceed so beyond our grasp. There was a hint of expression that my response were mere so, failing to address the issue questioned, if there was ever one. There seems to be a feat of losing control judging from clarifications by the person who posed that question. I thought what could be more wonderful than chaos to an artistic endeavour used to be reserved unto a certain privilege just decades ago? We are not in any attempt to disregard art history alongside trajectories leading to what it is today. Yet when structure and boundaries blur without limitations, that it is free for all to practice, what use there...

                 Multimedia Design , since the term was coined in tandem to the rise of computing machines, comprises five elements; Text, Image, Audio, Video, and Interactivity. The last principle were challenged by animators, debatably valid as moving images or animation (by animating to interact)  enforced a minimal benchmark to 'communicate' with users and audiences. A decade later we normalise using the label Digital Media as an umbrella term to reference a wider spectrum to create, again propelled by electrical hardwares and electronic devices to put screens into easily accessible hands.      What began as a mere mix-matching of five singular element adequately, with intentions to create limited screen experiences  (a long time ago) , has now shifted into creators being the 'consumers' themself, way before their audience is prepared for a distributable consumption of digital contents. Cr...

                Came across some old JPEGs while purging my digital archives to determine which could be kept as ideas to begin writing for this site. Created using Adobe Illustrator CS, I stared at these for some time trying to recall the thoughts and steps behind it. In the absence of any dimensional-assist or automated tool, it was pure perspective and imagination.      Nearly two decades later I ponder not on whether such task should embrace the use of advanced shortcuts or generative graphics, but on whether I am versed with the concept and its learning if decided to do so. Wishing that 'AI still means Ai' , labelling one's profile  "No to AI" to protest, or signing off with a 'No AI' symbol aren't means to forward a conversation, seen no more than mere defensive reactions to distinguish us from them. Notice that none from the other side is pausing to address these insecurities despite our cry f...

                Time is fiction, a creation to justify being. Places we have been changed, alongside memories of it. We are capable of convincing ourselves an alternate version to a particular story, tweaked into our favour to soothe what could have been. As for that someone, time came to halt by how we last remember them, as we are also capable of acknowledging our own change while assuming others stayed the same, though it is true for those who passed to the other side. If the past is modifiable to the extend of our imagination, and that 'past' is labelled as time, then how sure are we that time is real other than a functional measurement to reason with being? An existential blindspot I'd say.  

                It is said that man walked the land, one day realising the impression they left behind on wet soil instilled an imagination that the moisturised sediments could be shaped and dried. On whether this occurred before or after the discovery of fire, I do not know. If it is to be of the former, I wonder if just by leaving it for dry would do any good. If not made a vessel, perhaps a decorated ornament of sorts. Did our ancestors only figured mud as functional storage after settling down, having enough of a nomadic pursue in certain regions? Hunters to store meat and fat, gatherers to preserve and ferment. I am getting ahead of myself here discussing clay from an anthropological approach.        "Too wet cannot, too dry cannot. Too fast cannot, too slow cannot." , was a phrase I jokingly came up with while wedging on my second week of pottery apprenticeship. A crude phrase that I believe enc...

                工作室擱板上留下的干坯和素坯，有些上了釉，有的已氧化，仍未經處理。他們都說，砸爛回收算了。看著她已下彩的三隻小魚和兩個蛋盤，感到可惜而私自收下。也許親手創造的作品就該毀在自己手裡，也只容許毀在自己的手裡。 “你怎麼在畫紙上挾了個紙鶴？” 她好奇地問。據說千紙鶴可實現一個願望。我未曾摺出任何願望，也不妨試試。 “有天她會在某間咖啡館遇到找了她好久的紙鶴。有天那三隻小魚和兩個蛋盤可以回到她的手裡～”

                A new dawn with a faint hint of ‘Cinnamon Latté’ from afar, leaving behind a sky briefly painted in ‘Silent Blue’ . I leaped from the platform into a coach as if travelling between time and space so insignificant. Drowning both ears entirely in melodies, mesmerised by the moving scenes outside separated only by a thin window, I then emphatise on why they love to do so. Those mere flashbacks now projected to the like of a musical video. Reflective, yet silently free from reality.

                走過的路，沿著熟悉的風景。陽光從背面的車窗照在手上停留的那一頁，我忘了是哪一頁。眼看手機裡的信息，因分了心釋懷這瞬間並不會永恆，而情願地對它抱著溫暖的期待。走過的，停留的；熟悉的，忘了的。人們也許是經歷了無法永恆才會有所期待，期待那不曾永恆的到來～