【織編著消逝的時空】
 

• 2014
• 350×350×350cm
• 黃藤、竹、藤皮、木、羊毛

妳我站在先行者踏過的地面
 
海面還漂流著剛發生的事件
 
我們面臨著相同的難題
 
如何開始？
 
 
 
他們下了決心
 
將回去的船拆散在岸邊
 
往未命名的山走去
 
在獸跡上踏出尋找水源的路徑
 
 
 
是哪個部落曾經因這片海灘的夜色如此明亮
 
決定停下遷徙的腳步，在此紮營過夜
 
是哪個人不再只是因為等候自漁獵返家的族人
 
徘徊海岸
 
是被吸引而來
 
因著那還未被分成海灘、海和天空的神祕
 
是迷惑而來
 
因著那還未被分成注視與被注視的眼神
 
 
 
那我呢？
 
看看四周低下頭看著緊貼腳掌的地面上的影子伸出赤裸的雙手
 
編著朝露沾溼的髮辮
 
織著航行前裝滿種子的家族陶壺
 
編著包覆著背上結痂的紋飾的樹皮
 
織著嬰兒吸吮乳汁時緊握的拳心
 
編著纏繞著插著石茅的獸骨的藤蔓
 
織著躍出漆黑海面的魚鰭上的星光
 
編著擺盪透明蛇鱗的竹片
 
織著巫的指示將咀嚼的葉片與小米揉成團丟向船首
 
編著鳥禽留下爪痕的樹枝織著隨著船槳沈落方向而湧出的汽泡
 
 
 
粒線體之舟在人類文化遷徙的夜航中織編著一段消逝的時空
 
 
 
【 Mitochondrial Eve 】
 

• 2014
• 350×350×350cm
• Yellow vine, bamboo, rattan peel, roots、wool

 
You and me standing on the ground steppedby the forerunners
 
The incident still drifts on the seasurface
 
We face the same dilemma
 
How to begin?
 
 
 
They made up their mind
 
Dismantle the returning ship over the shore
 
Walking towards the untitled mountain
 
Treading on the animal footprints, insearch for the path to the source of the river
 
 
 
What tribes once shined because of the dimlights of this beach at night
 
Decided to stop their migration and campedthere for the night
 
Who no longer lingers on the shores toawait for their clansman to return home from fish hunt
 
But came fascinated
 
By that mystery which has not yet dividedinto beach, sea and sky
 
Came puzzled
 
By the glance not yet divided into a gazeand being gazed upon
 
 
 
And me?
 
Looked around and bow down to see a shadowpress up against the feet on the ground then stretch both bare hands
 
Weaving the wet braid from the morning dew
 
Knitting the family pottery pot filled withseeds before the journey
 
Weaving the bark covered by the decorativepattern of the back scab
 
Knitting the tight fist of a baby suckingmilk
 
Weaving the vine tangled on the beast boneinserted with Sorghum halepense
 
Knitting the starlight from a fin leapingout of the dark sea surface
 
Weaving the bamboo sheet of a swayingtransparent snake scale
 
Knitting the shaman’s order of chewedleaves and rolled millet throwing to the ship’s bow
 
Knitting the gushing bubble in the sinkingdirection of the ship’s oar
 
Themitochondrial ark weaved the vanished time in the night flight of humanmigrations.