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謊言 | Lies
Painting: Acrylic on canvas, 77 x 110cm
Video: Colour/ Sound/ 5'30”
2008








Narration



In the midnight, there is nothing in sight, only sun shinning, wind sobbing.

In the room, where the walls are white, the floor has been rotted out like a keyboard of an old piano, there is a desk full of dust with two drawers, one is open, while the other one is locked. But do not walk towards it to see, because

In the room, where the walls are white, the floor has been rotted out like the keyboard of an old piano, there is a desk full of dust with two drawers, one is open, while the other one is locked, there is a glove the length of a man¡¦s arm inside with a secret, the sewing is new, and it is leather. But do not walk towards it to see, because

In the room where the walls are white, the floor has been rotted out, there is a desk full of dust with two drawers, there is a glove inside with a secret, eyes are looking at it, their mouths are shut, under the shadow of the night, the door of yellow is open. But do not walk towards it to see, because

In the room where the walls are white, the floor has been rotted out, there is a desk full of dust with two drawers, there is a glove inside with a secret, eyes are looking at it, their mouths are shut, under the shadow of the night the door of yellow is open. But do not walk towards it to see, because it is a lie. When you get the first glove and leave the room, you will see flowers burnt out, and another glove, that you cannot wear ever again.




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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