Standing in front of the window and breathing in the air, I suddenly noticed that the plant pattern on the curtain has a mysterious connection with the distant forest. The decoration seems to be an extension of the woods. It flows into the room from the distance and interweaves into a landscape in front of the window. One only needs to be indoor to hear the call of this woodland anytime, anywhere; to go far away with it, far apart from reality. Indeed, the reality is not a paradise explicitly built for humans, it is full of details that we are not willing to accept, squeezed together in the same landscape of life.
I remember the first time I stepped into an orchard to help build a farmhouse, I was quite uncomfortable with the mosquitoes and smells in the woods. The more insects bite the body, the more the body can feel the beauty of that scenery in front of the curtained window. That beauty comes from the unfamiliarity toward the faraway place; from the lack of experiences.
The pattern on the curtains, the beauty of a seemingly endless garden (expanding on a plane without a horizon) is another matter. The plant pattern is a human imitation of the sense of nature, to stimulate similar sensations. The more an aspect touches people’s heart, the more it is expressed in the pattern with rhythmic strokes and beautiful outlines. They are lightly articulated in their form, and the patterns are more lyrical than the plants themselves. But what is behind the lyricism is not the feeling, but the human consciousness – because one has never experienced these sensations, one hopes to have it. At this point, the desire gradually disappeared in people’s wishes. In life, the departure of an event often transforms into some abstract concept in the brain. All we can do is to feel it and seek to get something from it.
Regarding the pattern, I felt the departure of a feeling, and the distant scenery gave me a sense of leaving. It felt as if the emotions sometimes tug at each other from time to time in this landscape. I suddenly realized that maybe this is my feeling about life.
與談藝術家 │ 謝福音、吳宗龍、李杰恩、吳傑生