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Sound Funeral
multimedia, 2023

Welcome to the sound funeral of turtle doves, where your voice becomes energy and comfort, carrying the weight of aspiration and loss. Word, image, human voice, and urban soundscape will interweave and resonate. When you open your eyes,  you will see the vanishing 'others' in the darkness.

欢迎来到欧洲斑鸠的声音葬礼。你的声音成为一种能量和慰借,同时承担愿景和损失的重量。文本、影像、人声、城市声景交错共振。​​睁眼时,你会在黑暗中看见消失的他者。

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sound of the other
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maxmsp granular design

‹ event/performance, sound funeral ›

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people were invited to read the mourning poem, 2023
many thanks to Julia, Abeer Alkibsi, Charles

‹ mourning poem ›

by Fractal

You are fragile,

Unable to bear the weight

Of a collared dove,

Of a sudden gust of wind,

Of an electric tower,

Of a hunter's rifle.

 

Celebratory fireworks

Burst through your sweet dreams,

When you court,

Like a shameless artist,

There’s no place to nest.

The plants you love to eat,

Are vanishing,

The predator who eats you,

Is another endangered species.

You soar to great heights,

Godlike,

Look for a heaven in the window,

The glass, like an ice knife,

Murders God.

 

You are ignorant,

You don't know what migration is,

What is the price of migration.

You don't know what climate is,

What climate change means.

You don't know what experiment is,

And that they experiment on you.

You don't know what symbol is,

Yet you are a symbol of yourself.

You don't know what freedom is,

And yet you embody freedom.

You've acrossed many paths,

Nodding your head a thousand times,

Yet the world remains a blurry haze,

The moment when you die,

Fear gripping your soul,

Eyes widened in terror,

Heart pounding with rapid beats.

People caught a glimpse of your gaze,
You closed your eyes.

You eat the seeds of nature,

Blossom rational flowers,

You are filled with meaning again,

Your merit fulfilled.

Those who read this far,

Will likely remember you,

Only to forget you again,

No surprises at all.

Now you can rest, 

Return to your delightful dream.

你很脆弱

 

拿一只灰斑鸠没有办法

 

拿一阵大风没有办法

 

拿一座电塔没有办法

 

拿一杆猎枪没有办法

 

 

 

 

 

庆祝的焰火

 

送走了你的美梦

 

你求偶时

 

像个不知耻的艺术家

 

也找不到筑巢的地方

 

喜欢吃的植物

 

正在消失

 

吃你的

 

是一级保护动物

 

你飞到高处

 

像上帝似的

 

在镜子里找天堂

 

玻璃像把冰刀

 

把上帝杀了

 

 

 

 

 

你很无知

不知道迁徙是什么

 

什么是迁徙的代价

 

不知道气候是什么

 

什么是气候的变化

 

不知道实验是什么

 

什么是实验的对象

 

不知道象征是什么

 

却像是象征的宠儿

 

不知道自由是什么

 

却像拥有了自由

 

 

 

 

 

你走了很多路

 

点了无数次的头

 

仍然看不清世界

 

死的时候

 

因为惊恐

 

眼睛大了一圈

 

心动过速

 

人们瞥到了你的眼神

 

你闭上了眼

 

你吃自然的种子

 

吐出理性的花朵

 

你又充满意义了

 

功德圆满了

 

 

 

 

 

看到这里的人

 

大概会记住你

 

又会忘记你 

 

这没什么稀奇的

 

但你可以睡个好觉

 

把美梦找回来了

 

 

‹ Illustration ›

Together with an illustrator, we created a video installation that explores the reality and dreams of a turtle dove. These illustrations depict the experiences the doves may encounter, or our attempt to see the world from its perspective, including the imaginative portrayal of its dreams.


 

​illustration by Purple Ball

‹ brochure design ›

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graphic design by Chester Chuang
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