Right now I am sitting in a private car owned by the manager of ICYE in Honduras. It is playing English songs in the car; I am all clean and fresh with my seat belt fastened and enjoying the air conditioning. Few minutes ago the manager drove through a couple of streets and ordered some set meals at a drive-through fast food franchise, we were discussing my following itinerary in Argentina.
I volunteered to be here in order to experience something new and different, I once felt proud with esteem as a volunteer, all the other foreign friends that I met and became acquainted in Honduras also came here to volunteer for various reasons through different routes, I was happy to be part of the voluntary team, to say that I am a volunteer and I am from Taiwan.
I’ve been in Miami for almost a week now without any contact address and telephone number, this is the best moment to read the Collected Letters by Rainer Maria Rilke, even though what he is preaching is words and vocabularies, I’d rather think of it as being in Sophie’s World. As if he is giving me lessons across time and space, as if every letter he wrote tells me something about the situations I’m about to encounter.
The artist didi (b. 2006) is an emerging artist living and working in Taipei. Her practice focuses on exploring the relationship between the indoor space and the body, as well as challenging the concept of rheology in contemporary life. In correspond to the book launch, there will be an exhibition showing a selection of works featured in the book.
The 500 years exhibition included three interrelated bodies of work that take the lifespan of a plastic bag as a historical period. Instead of looking forward, however, it looks back to link a period of history that has defined the contemporary age, from the earliest colonisation of Latin America, the Renaissance in Europe and the subsequent modernisation, industrialisation and globalization that pervade contemporary life
Lily, it represents home, it represents motherhood, or years of memories in the living room. Assembling such emotions and memories, yet it has become consumptive merchandise solely under the manipulation of the commercial market. Massive amounts of lilies have been sold as gifts or decorations. Stamens, which have been removed intentionally in order to keep their freshness, stacking up behind people’s memories tranquilly.
In recent years, I constantly photograph the landscape of my hometown while visiting my parents. Meanwhile, I combine photographs, newspapers, documents, and vernacular photos to investigate the transition of my hometown and the power of governmentality, capital, and medium that contribute to this transition.