Thursday, May 21, 2009

午後的藝評



午飯後回到家,坐在木板陽台上閱讀三毛的背影。小弟前來看見我面前新的作品,驚訝我使用藍色:妳不是都用紅色黃色橙色?
我拿起腳邊幾幅人物頭像,你看這些臉,是不是很好笑?
他說,很醜。

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

老家多了

老家多了一種
嗚—嗚—

嗚—嗚—
小聲些吧,嚇走了原本住在這裡的小朋友
就用兩隻食指把兩雙眼拉成兩條縫
縫中滲出橘子果汁

你用舌尖勾走了它
毫不留情

嗚—嗚—
你把窗子關上
說那太可怕
而我覺得太可笑
老家連壞人都是愛人

你厭惡所以
吐了一鏡子的
橘子果汁

嗚—嗚—
老家

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Of Mouse and Monkey



A story about sisters.
What have planted inside their brains, and what have affected their memories.
Not only about the colors of the wall,
or how the trees move,
but about something that intrigued them to repaint the scenery of their life.
It will be a story about sisterhoods and childhood memories, but there will be more about how people affected each others, and to learn how to treat people.

I wish this can be a feature. It has to be a feature. Live action with animation.
I say I will do it, and then I will make it come true.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Visions in the Nunnery, London


Hey everyone! One of my animations got selected in this show in London.
Not sure which piece yet, I suppose it is the Banana Project.
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More Links:
http://www.openvisions.org/about/
http://www.openvisions.org/

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Home is like...





可以
不可以
can
can't

like
dislike
喜歡
不喜歡

高興
不高興
happy
not happy

yes
no

沒有

不是

知道
不知道
know
don't know

可能
不可能
maybe
impossible

care
don't care
在乎
不在乎


存在
at
existence

here
there
這裡
那裡

我好開心.
I am very happy.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

When Things Are Equally Spreading



When things are equally spreading,
Love could soaked into your softest cotton shirt
with sea water,
carrying the body through the caramel sweetness.

No more pebbles scratching the wrinkled finger tips,
perhaps they have all turned into bubbles.

What about the leftovers, he said.
Don't worry, I will stay and take care of them.
You don't want to leave with us? He asked while wrapping the dishes with plastic covers.
I do.
Then why don't you.
Because someone has to remain in the epicenter.

In the middle of the ocean, the center would be.
Carries out by the waves, catches the edge of your cotton shirt.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sunset in the South

Two Cubs tickets.
One Cubs and a Sox caps.
No one said a thing, only a little humorous questions about that black with white mark.

One Sox hat among all the others Cubs T-shirts, hats, flags...,
Great danger toward the black shade:
"Go away you Sox fan!"
A meaningful head shake.
"Sox hat??"

The first encounter for a different "color" showing on a baby's expression.
An understanding of "the others".

You know what? The funniest thing was,
The first threat I got was from a minority in the group.
Then why are "you" here? I asked in my mind.
Ofcourse, why couldn't he be there? Wearing that blue, red, and white?
Then I understood, he was asking why wasn't he over the other side?

To make sure I could get out of there safely, I put my cap away.

I don't choose sides, I don't participate in political events, I don't relate myself to any society (except my country), (or maybe for Chicago the city I stay in)but now, as a residence who gets off at Sox-35th, I kiss the sunset over the sky above our dearly beloved Cellular Field-Chicago White Sox.

P.S. Maybe, unconsciously, I wore the cap over there on purpose. But I am sure I don't look good with that blue, red, and white C. And, that is a gift from a friend.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Peng Wan Ts Peintures/ Dessins/ Écrits


I finally got this book!
Mr. Peng Wan Ts is a Chinese born Taiwanese artist, currently living in Paris.
I do wish to show some paintings and drawings of his up here, but I don't think it is a good thing to do.

I wonder if James Jean knows his work or not...

Hopefully our Flaxman Library would except my recommendation and purchase one for the school.

To My English Speaking Friends

Dear Friends,

I have been selfishly using my beloved language, but now I realize I also have so many beloved friends wish to know what's going on here... Sometimes, it is a way to escape from those scary things, so I hide myself behind my native language. It's time to challenge myself more!

Sincerely yours,
Vicky Yen