Chia - Hua
ˋ
Lee
ˇ
- Diaspora Journal 001
- Bench Worship
- Cinema Bin
- Dreamer Dancing
- Cambridge Diary
- For Giulia&Cosimo
- Look at the future!
- 230808
- Making Worlds in the Shadows
- Booklet - Making Worlds in the Shadows
- Storyboard - Diaspora Journal 001
-
"I would give you a nose that is perfect in a billion years."
- VJ - Scenery along the way
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Chia - Huaˋ Leeˇ
About
Vimeo
Instagram @huahua__lee
Visual design
@chun.chungchung
illustration
@plastaci_mino
- Diaspora Journal 001
- Bench Worship
- Cinema Bin
- Dreamer Dancing
- Cambridge Diary
- For Giulia&Cosimo
- Look at the future!
- 230808
- Making Worlds in the Shadows
- Booklet - Making Worlds in the Shadows
- Storyboard - Diaspora Journal 001
-
"I would give you a nose that is perfect in a billion years."
- VJ - Scenery along the way
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Bench Worship
2022.10
“
Benches,
When I am watching the benches,
I feel as lonely as them.
Suddenly, all the spirit of benches are connected.
From space to space,
Time to time.
It’s a guardian, a container, a stage,
which stays silently,
obverses and listens.
Like the earth god.
Who knows how many things they may know?
The spirit connects with my path.
Each route, each travel
Each gap between destinations.
I wrote down the patterns,
The symbol of today’s leisure.
Totem?
Set back,
The bench is permanent.
Isolated,
I am.
In this stage,
In a different dimension of time.
Days,
nights,
seasons,
years,
People from different places, from different sunlight.
Stories covered one and another,
Merged one and another
However, the stories are meaningless to me,
Just actions of heads and feet.
I can only feel connected to the benches, the function and the whistle sign like an alarm.
Time’s up.
Wait ,
stay,
delay,
blend in,
everywhere.
“
2022.10
“
Benches,
When I am watching the benches,
I feel as lonely as them.
Suddenly, all the spirit of benches are connected.
From space to space,
Time to time.
It’s a guardian, a container, a stage,
which stays silently,
obverses and listens.
Like the earth god.
Who knows how many things they may know?
The spirit connects with my path.
Each route, each travel
Each gap between destinations.
I wrote down the patterns,
The symbol of today’s leisure.
Totem?
Set back,
The bench is permanent.
Isolated,
I am.
In this stage,
In a different dimension of time.
Days,
nights,
seasons,
years,
People from different places, from different sunlight.
Stories covered one and another,
Merged one and another
However, the stories are meaningless to me,
Just actions of heads and feet.
I can only feel connected to the benches, the function and the whistle sign like an alarm.
Time’s up.
Wait ,
stay,
delay,
blend in,
everywhere.
“
Media : video, painting, installation / Duration : 2m 42s
