Another Borderland by Lisacomeshere

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U, Ch ia

BARC0077 Critical Spatial Practice: Site-Writing

2021 MA Situated Practice UCL Bartlett Faculty of the Built Environment

Preface

Another Borderland Isle of Grain with Formosa

Abstract

Another borderland is a project of temporal poetry, swinging between the coastline of the UK, the Isle of Grain and my hometown, Formosa by a stream of consciousness. Another means different, borderland as a blurred area between two. The project aims at exploring the liminal space in the borderland of the UK, Taiwan, the tidal zone and my consciousness. The book focuses on the dynamic relationship between two sites by illustrating scenes between Formosa and Grain, and high tide and low tide and different languages. The in-between movement reflects the fluidity of how Grain and I ingrain one another. The narration of Grain is constructed by roaming among its enormous earthwork landscape from the perspective of a Flaneur. The coastline scenarios as marks on the wall triggering memories of Taiwan expose the connection between the two sites. By repeatedly sewing the description of tidal movement between the poems of Grain and Formosa, it reflects the stream of consciousness and how I ingrain myself and readers into the temporal situation of Grain. I intend to provoke the idea of what landscape of memory will be left in the faded frontline by constructing temporal subjective narrations between the edged land of England and Taiwan. The poetry also expresses the second battleground of memory in the specific disappearing frontier by sewing personal remembrance. By extracting the contexture from Grain - the natural phenomenon of the rising tide and various faded earthworks, I intend to endow the land as a dweller layering every incident by her body and how humans mark the landscape from the god perspective of view.

The heartbreaking beauty of the faded military landscape is a vehicle to evoke the notion of borders by triggering the remembrance of my hometown. The poems about Taiwan are based on histories in a different period to discuss our blurred position and the absolute borderline in the nation. It is constructed by diverse languages, such as Chinese, Taiwanese and Formosan to reflect the controversy of Taiwan’s belonging through the ages. The image texts become another narration, which relates to the contents and creates a liminal space in interpretation as performative writing. The relation between poems and still images, pages and pages also lead to a flux in the liminal space of the artist book. Through unfolding and folding text layers, I intend to draw the audiences into the situ of absence and trigger their instant remembrance into a third space.

Guide Book

After coastline

Grain Spit

Bus 191 to Grain Grain Fort

Grain Tower Battery

Causeway

Grain Power Station

Taking the artist book as a land dweller, therefore, pages will be covered, revealed between one and another. The narration of Grain in English is constructed from the perspective of a Flaneur with the remembrance of Formosa in Chinese. The narration related to the tidal zone is described in three different languages, Chinese, English and Taiwanese, which symbolises the in-between situation as Taiwan. The mobilisation in languages as movement between high tide and low tide illustrates a liminal space. Languages are organised back and forth, based on different locations and situations. Different layers in languages are folded as multiexposure, switching between underneath, forth and inbetween. By setting up autoplay mode, the time limitation of reading reflects the temporality of the site, related to the rising and falling tide, which simulates the situ of eroding by waves.

Grain

In grain

Isle of Grain

The Isle of Grain was once called Greon, which means gravel in Old English, A small hard piece of a particular substance on earth. In film photography, Grain is a phenomenon caused by optical effect in developing. Endowing the film a strange nostalgic texture, covered with thin dust. Invisible and untouchable, Meanwhile, Perceivable and memorable, Ingraining viewers Deeply into their mind. Isle

of Grain,

an island with grain. An island filled with textures from the past, In every situ, scene and developing. T races and marks are thoroughly In grain.

Ingrained. Ingrained.

Ingrain. Ingrain. Ingrain.

In Grain. In Grain. In Grain. In Grain.

To Formosa

Formosa 親爱的福爾摩沙

臺灣之前，我們是福爾摩沙，來自葡萄牙航海家給予我們的稱謂。 Iha Formosa 在拉丁語中， Iha 意味島，Formosa 則是美麗，多麽美麗的島嶼。不論福爾摩沙這個故事究竟是史實，又或是我們對這個島嶼美麗的想像，他成為了我們的一部分。荷蘭殖民時期，我們被稱為 Formosa。西班牙殖民時期，我們是 Hermosa。日治時期我們開始稱呼自己台灣。這些來自不同時期的稱謂象徵了我們內在的複雜歷史及文化。台灣話的福爾摩沙稱作 Hō-jú-môo-sa。我們的島嶼。

Formosa

臺灣之前，我們是福爾摩沙，來自葡萄牙航海家給予我們的稱謂。 Iha Formosa 在拉丁語中， Iha 意味島，Formosa 則是美多麽美麗的島嶼。不論福爾這個故事究竟是史實，又或是這個島嶼美麗的想像，他成為了一部分。荷蘭殖民時期，我們被稱為 For 西班牙殖民時期，我們是 Herm 日治時期我們開始稱呼自己台這些來自不同時期的稱謂象我們內在的複雜歷史及文化台灣話的福爾摩沙稱作

Before Taiwan, We were called Fo A name, give In Latin, Iha Form W Or a rom It became The name H

My Dear Formosa

ormosa, en by the Portuguese. , mosa means a beautiful island. Whether it is a history, mantic myth of Taiwan, e a part of us. e of Formosa was adopted in the colonization period of the Netherlands. Hermosa was later named after Spanish colonization. In the colonization period of Japan, we started to call ourselves Taiwan These different names of Taiwan indicate the complexity of history and culture inside us.

，美麗，爾摩沙是我們對了我們的

In Taiwanese, Formosa is Hō-jú-môo-sa, Our island.

rmosa。 mosa。台灣。象徵了化。作

My Dear Formosa

Formosa

Hō-jú-môo-sa。我們的島嶼。

As the sunlight gleam on the window surface,

Drops of water roll down from the top of the window.

With the rain coming down harder,

infrastructures.

A land, filled with military landscape and industrial

There is the only road left to the Isle of Grain,

As I approach the edged peninsula,

A peninsula between River Thames and Mayday.

I’m heading toward the ended land of England on a rainy day,

Recalling the scenario,

I am brought into the middle of nowhere in my thoughts,

As I look into million lines,

Human traces become existences after one and another.

The scenes start to line up,

As the bus speeds up,

Scene after scene of the surfacing.

Driving through in the middle of nowhere,

Passing through farms, industrial factories and marshlands,

I seem to get a glimpse of Grain’s landscape,

From the instant scenery outside the window,

As I look into million lines,

Human traces become existences after one and another.

The scenes start to line up,

As the bus speeds up,

Scene after scene of the surfacing.

Driving through in the middle of nowhere,

Passing through farms, industrial factories and marshlands,

I seem to get a glimpse of Grain’s landscape,

From the instant scenery outside the window,

Making the whole scenery blurred and unperceived.

Traces of water drops become visible,

As the sunlight gleam on the window surface,

Drops of water roll down from the top of the window.

With the rain coming down harder,

infrastructures.

A land, filled with military landscape and industrial

There is the only road left to the Isle of Grain,

As I approach the edged peninsula,

A peninsula between River Thames and Mayday.

I’m heading toward the ended land of England on a rainy day,

From the instant scenery outside the window,

I seem to get a glimpse of Grain’s landscape,

Passing through farms, industrial factories and marshlands,

Driving through in the middle of nowhere,

Scene after scene of the surfacing. As the bus speeds up, The scenes start to line up,

Human traces become existences after one and another. As I look into million lines,

With the rain coming down harder,

infrastructures.

A land, filled with military landscape and industrial

There is the only road left to the Isle of Grain,

As I approach the edged peninsula,

A peninsula between River Thames and Mayday.

I’m heading toward the ended land of England on a rainy day,

As I look into million lines,

Human traces become existences after one and another.

The scenes start to line up,

As the bus speeds up,

Scene after scene of the surfacing.

Driving through in the middle of nowhere,

Passing through farms, industrial factories and marshlands,

I seem to get a glimpse of Grain’s landscape,

From the instant scenery outside the window,

As I approach the edged peninsula,

A peninsula between River Thames and Mayday.

I’m heading toward the ended land of England on a rainy day,

To Taiwan.

Recalling the scenario,

Isle of Grain

Drops of water roll down from the top of the window.

I am brought into the middle of nowhere in my thoughts,

As the sunlight gleam on the window surface,

Recalling the scenario,

Bus 101 to Grain

Traces of water drops become visible,

I am brought into the middle of nowhere in my thoughts,

To Taiwan.

Making the whole scenery blurred and unperceived.

Recalling the scenario,

Traces of water drops become visible,

To Taiwan.

Making the whole scenery blurred and unperceived.

I’m heading toward the ended land of England on a rainy day, A peninsula between River Thames and Mayday. As I approach the edged peninsula, There is the only road left to the Isle of Grain, A land, filled with military landscape and industrial infrastructures. With the rain coming down harder, Drops of water roll down from the top of the window. As the sunlight gleam on the window surface, Traces of water drops become visible, Making the whole scenery blurred and unperceived. From the instant scenery outside the window, I seem to get a glimpse of Grain’s landscape,

Passing through farms, industrial factories and marshlands, Driving through in the middle of nowhere, Scene after scene of the surfacing. As the bus speeds up, The scenes start to line up, Human traces become existences after one and another. As I look into million lines, I am brought into the middle of nowhere in my thoughts, Recalling the scenario, To Taiwan.

To Formosa

Formosa

我來自一座稱作福爾摩沙的小島。我們是山的孩子 ;

背山望海

亦是海之子

Formosa

我來自一座稱作福爾摩沙的小島。我們是 I come from a small island, Called Formosa 山 We are descendant of mountains, And children of the sea. 的孩子 ;

The Sea and the Mountains

亦是海之子

As we look through the endless sea, Mountains become our spines. The clear blue sea beckoned, The great green mountain enchanted.

In-Between

I was brought and attached on the field by tide thinking of how earth records traces with every single

In Low Tide

潮汐將我引領至這片大地沈思著如何透過每

Tiau si̍k tsiong guá Sím su tio

her cell.

她每寸肌膚紀錄一切

ín-líng tsì tsit phìnn tāi-tē o̍h Thann Jî-hô thàu-kuè muí tshùn ki hu Kì-lo̍k it-tshè

Yantlet Creek

Isle of Grain

I’m passing through a trickle of A branching river of Yantlet Creek from the past. the river, the Isle of Grain was as its name, Isle of Grain, a slightly from

water, Divided by once an island, separated land England.

In Mediaeval times, it was vital conjunction of a navigable tidal channel between Medway and the Thames. Followed by the deposition and the disappearing river, Grain has been transformed into a connected land, a peninsula, an edged land of England. In times of war, it was a vital location of a military landscape, filled with forts. As time goes by, another landscape was disappearing Once again. I stand on an in between land, Slowly formed by fragments, which are brought by the tide and deposited as sediments from the island to the peninsula.

To Formosa

Formosa

臺灣海峽湍急的流域俗稱黑水溝黑訴說著深不可測的險水溝意味難以預測的近海我們之間難以橫渡的距離成為天然堡壘儘管如此唐山依然過台灣期許跨海後的新生曾經有人提議興建好似所有的隔閡將因而消逝多麼悲傷的謊言

夢斷黑水溝

此刻的我站在 Isle of Grain 的河口那潺潺流水如今成為固土我暗想幾萬年後我們之間的海峽是否消逝能否隔閡也伴隨潮水離去又或者地球再度汪洋一片而我們將共同

Formosa

Dream broken in the Black Ditch

A torrent of water in the Taiwan Strait, Commonly known as Heishuigou, the Black Ditch. Black speaks of unfathomable danger, A ditch means an unpredictable offshore. The distance between us is hard to cross, A natural fortress. However, Tangshan still passed through the Taiwan Strait, rooted into the ground and Looked forward to a new life after crossing the sea. It was once proposed to build a To connect the two sides of the strait. As if all the barriers will be dissolved, What a sad lie! I am now Standing at the estuary of the Isle of Grain, The murmur of a stream now, Become a solid soil. I wonder after tens of thousands of years, The strait between us might vanish, Whether the estrangement would fade away with the receded tide, Or the earth will be immersed into a vast ocean once again, And we will all

Fall into the sea.

In-Between

啪啪嘩嘩 In murmuring. Hua Hua Pa Pa

In murmuring.

Hua Hua In murmuring. 啪啪

嘩嘩

Pa Pa

Pa Pa Hua Hua 啪啪嘩嘩

In Low Tide

In murmuring.

Grain Power Station

Isle of Grain

After the war ended, The edged land is marked by another kind of giant

Earth works

and concealed beneath a thick layer of concrete. The infrastructures of the energy industry occupy a third of the island, Expanded from the Kent Oil Refinery to a power station with a train station.

The power stations, Erected In the endless marshlands, Cover the land with sewage water spreading.

Grain Power Station

Isle of Grain

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Another artificial landscape.

To Formosa

上個時代的台灣

國共內戰時菸廠內的寡婦樓成為丈夫死於戰爭的女人的另一個家為彼此的逝去療傷訴說著

另一個台灣

二戰後國民政府來台六燃成為老兵在台灣的家訴說著戰後的

那個台灣

煙囪上的黑孔來自二戰同盟軍的轟炸痕跡訴說著日本殖民的

氧氣工廠直立高聳的煙囪隱身於城市之中過去朦朧的記憶如今成為天際線的一部分煙廠廢墟如同時代載體刻畫每段歷史的記憶

六燃煙場

Formosa

歷史折疊融入城市中廢墟的外牆隨著時間流逝黯淡的記憶終究將被那些被遮

現在的台灣

如今菸廠成為瀕臨絕種的蝙蝠棲息地訴說著

上個時代的台灣

Another Taiwan. During the civil war between ROC and PRC, 二戰後 The widow building inside the factory became 國民政府來台 Another home 六燃成為老兵在台灣的家 for women whose husbands died during the war 訴說著戰後的 Healing the lost together, Telling the story of 另一個台灣 Taiwan in the last era. 國共內戰時菸廠內的寡婦樓成為 Nowadays, 丈夫死於戰爭的女人 The abandoned chimney is home to endangered bats, 的另一個家 Telling the story of 為彼此的逝去療傷 Formosa. 訴說著

那個台灣

煙囪上的黑孔 After World War Il, 來自二戰同盟軍的轟炸The government of the Republic of China came to Taiwan. 痕跡 Sixty Fuel became another home of veterans. 訴說著日本殖民的 Telling the story of the post-war period in

刻畫每段歷史的記憶 under Japan colonial rule.

氧氣工廠直立高聳的煙囪 The black smudges in the chimney were the traces, 隱身於城市之中 boobed by Allied forces in World War II. 過去朦朧的記憶如今 The traces 成為天際線的一部分 Tell the story of 煙廠廢墟如同時代載體Taiwan

Home under the Big Chimney

Formosa

The massive vertical chimney of an oxygen factory Conceals among the city. The hazy memories from the past now Become a part of the skyline. The ruins of the factory are the vehicle of The Times, Depicting memories of each era.

歷史折疊融入城市中廢墟的外牆隨著時間流逝黯淡的記憶終究將被那些被遮

現在的台灣

如今菸廠成為瀕臨絕種的蝙蝠棲息地訴說著

Home under the Big Chimney

Formosa

History is folded into the facade of ruins among the city.

As time passes,

Dim memories will be l i g h all over once again

In-Between In Low Tide

咻咻咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu

咻咻

咻咻咻咻

In rustling. In rustling. 咻咻

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu 咻咻咻咻

Hiu Hiu

咻咻咻咻

咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

In rustling.

Grain Fort

Isle of Grain

As I walk among embankment, I step on the concrete road with shells and seagrass, .

brought by the tide. As I walk among embankment, I step on the concrete road with shells and seagrass, . brought by the tide. As I walk among embankment, I step on the concrete road with shells and seagrass, . brought by the tide.

Isle of Grain

Behind the seawall, The fort hides below the horizontal line,

Covered by thriving green land. I could only perceive the fort by its

The observation tower.

Grain Fort

The hill with secret space beneath becomes A playground for the community. A scenario that the military landscape is fading A metaphor that the war passed.

In-Between

In murmuring.

Hua Hua In murmuring. 啪啪

嘩嘩

Pa Pa

Pa Pa Hua Hua 啪啪嘩嘩

In Low Tide

In murmuring.

啪啪嘩嘩 In murmuring. Hua Hua Pa Pa

In-Between

The Grain Spit, a temporal perceived area remains sediments around the world high tide. Bound in time, Reflecting an instant, event and era. existence. I immerse myself in the sound of wind and waves, bringing me back to seeing the defence ruins left from war with China. A constant define ourselves in a cartographic line.

Grain Spit

Grain Spit 是一個暫時感知的地帶，沈積著潮汐時消逝，他與時間相依，反應每個瞬間，事件及時期。聲中，他們將我引領至最後一次我遊走於台灣的海岸線，衝突，加深了我對地理國界的感知。

Grain Spit sī tsi̍t kò tsiām-sî kám tsai ê tē-tài,Sím tsik tio̍h tiau si̍k tsîng sî-kan siong i,huán-ìng muí kò sùn-kan,sū-kiānn ki̍p sî-kî. hái lōng í hong-siann tiong,thann bûn tsiong guá ín-líng tsì suànn,kiàn-tsìng í Tiong-kok tsiàn-tsing āu ê hông-gū pó-luí. Guá bûn tsi-kan,kuè-khì liáu guá tuì tē-lí kok-kài ê kám tsai.

brought by the tide. Exposed in low tide. Recording the past. Dis-appearing in Listening to the erosive lapping of waves, lapping for the reminding of the last time I roamed around the coastline of Taiwan, conflict zone exists now and then. Enhance the perception of how we

從世界帶來的我聽著提醒存在的海浪見證與中國戰爭後的防禦堡壘。

沈澱物。退潮時顯露，紀錄著過去，漲潮沖刷拍打聲，我將自身沈浸在海浪與風我們之間，過去與現在的持續性

sè-kài tuà-lâi ê Símmi̍h.thè-tiâu sî hián-lōo,kí lo̍k-tio̍h kuè-khì,tiòng-tiâu sî siau-sē,thann í hiâng suat phah tá siann,guá tsiong tsū-sin Sím tsìm tsāi tsuè-āu tsi̍t tshù guá iû tsáu î Tâi-uân ê hái-huānn í hiān-tsāi ê tshî-sio̍k sìng tshiong-tu̍t,ke tshim

Isle of Grain Causeway in Low Tide

In the final stage of the ebb, the waves slowly reveal, I take the first step into the unknown

drift away from the shore. The whole but broken path finally of the sticky mud path, carefully walk into the field which was covered.

Isle of Grain Causeway in Low Tide

In the final stage of the ebb, the waves slowly reveal, I take the first step into the unknown

drift away from the shore. The whole but broken path finally of the sticky mud path, carefully walk into the field which was covered.

Causeway in Low Tide

Isle of Grain

In-Between Icia Qanitu Tu Sinpapatas

The sediments that remained on the causeway written in the tide zone on the phases of the moon, recorded the dates of agriculture, hunting and worship, Causeway, seen as a script painting, records In-between high tide and low tide.

書寫潮汐的堤道所留下的沈澱物，就像來自布農族的祖靈的字畫，以成為獨特的木刻畫曆。視堤道為

su-siá tiau si̍k ê thê-tō sóo lâu-hā ê Símmi̍h, tō tshiūnn lâi-tsū la̍h tsè-sū,pīng tsiong kî khik uē tsāi bo̍k-pán siōng, sîng-uî tsûn-tsāi í tsìm bu̍t,kì-lo̍k gue̍h-liāng îng khih.

are like the script painting from Bunun, one of the indigenous tribes in Taiwan. A calendar, based carved on the wood as a unique “Isisipul Qani-anan Tu Sinkaus Banhil.” the shape of the moon by presence and submersion

月亮盈缺制定曆法，記載農獵祭祀，並將其刻畫畫筆，以潮汐之間的存在與浸沒，記錄

Pòo-lông-tso̍k ê tsóo-lîng ê jī-uē,í gue̍h-liāng îng khueh to̍k-ti̍k ê bo̍k khik uē la̍h.sī thê-tō

在木板上，月亮盈缺。

tsè-tīng la̍h huat,kì-tsài lông uī uē-pit,í tiau si̍k tsi-kan ê

In-Between In Low Tide

颼颼颼颼咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

Soo Soo

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu

咻咻

咻咻咻咻

In rustling. In rustling. 咻咻

In rustling.

颼颼颼

咻咻

Hiu Hiu 咻咻

咻咻

Hiu Hiu

咻咻

In rustling.

Soo Soo 咻咻 In rustling.

颼

Isle of Grain

I'm Standing on the isolated land. Sniffing unpleasant industrial sewage and salty flavour from the sea. A smell of marijuana from you pervade in the air. I'm Witnessing the faded land of England in a physical body and historical memory.

Grain tower battery in low tide

As I'm close to you, Noticing three different building periods on your body illustrate your history of each era. They are collaged into your surface.

To Formosa

Formosa 以風聞名稱作風城我的故鄉風說孩子我將作物風乾成就豐收的土壤風說孩子我將軍機聲掩埋成就愉悅的假象風說孩子我將盡我所能成就美麗的台灣

我是風的孩子在九降風中朗讀詩歌在軍機聲中獨自歌頌在海岸線中眺望遠方

風城

凝視遠處那不曾引領我的

他方

Formosa 以風聞名 Hsinchu is Known as wind, 稱作風城 Called Windy City, My 我的故鄉 hometown.

風說孩子我將作物風乾 The wind said,成就豐收的土壤 "Son, I will dry the crops to make a harvest land.“ 風說孩子我將軍機聲掩埋成就愉悅的假象 The wind said, “Son, I will bury the sound of military aircraft to 風說孩子我將盡我所能 The wind said,成就美麗的台灣 “Son, I will try my best to create

我是風的孩子 I am a son of the wind, 在九降風中朗讀詩歌 Reading poetry in Winds of September, 在軍機聲中獨自歌頌 Singing alone among the sound of military aircraft, 在海岸線中眺望遠方 Looking into the distance from the coastline,

Windy City

凝視遠處那不曾引領我的 Staring at

他方

illustrate an illusion of happiness.“ a beautiful Taiwan“

the other place that hasn't led me.

In-Between Before High Tide

颼颼颼颼咻咻

Hiu Hiu

In rustling. 咻咻

Soo Soo

In rustling. 咻咻

咻咻咻咻

咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

In rustling.

颼颼 Soo Soo

咻咻

In rustling. In rustling. 咻咻

In rustling.

颼颼颼

咻咻

Hiu Hiu 咻咻

咻咻

Hiu Hiu

咻咻咻咻

In rustling.

Soo Soo 咻咻 In rustling.

颼

In-Between

颼颼

Before High Tide

咻咻咻咻颼颼咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu

咻咻

Soo Soo

咻咻

In rustling. 咻咻

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu 咻咻

咻

Hiu Hiu

咻

咻咻

In murmuring.

Hua Hua In murmuring. 啪啪

嘩嘩

Pa Pa

Pa Pa Hua Hua 啪啪嘩嘩 In murmuring.

咻咻

颼

咻咻

In rustling.

Soo Soo 咻咻 In rustling.

啪啪嘩嘩 In murmuring. Hua Hua Pa Pa

颼

Isle of Grain Causeway in high tide

Water laps at my shoes, the tide is coming in. Looking into different sediments set out my journey back to the shore. As waves scour Spit are slowly unrevealed by the rising tide. The day after tomorrow, they may halfway, I turn around and gaze at you, you are slowly covered and caught midstream trace will be buried by nature eventually, as the sea tide debris ashore.

brought by the tide. The path is going to be inundated by the rising tide once again. I the muddy shallow, seawater becomes opaque. The objects left in Grain leave with the tidal stream or stay for another thousand years. In the by the tide of waves and times. Day after day, human

Isle of Grain Causeway in high tide

In-Between

In murmuring.

Hua Hua In murmuring. 啪啪

嘩嘩

Pa Pa

Pa Pa Hua Hua 啪啪嘩嘩

In High Tide

In murmuring.

In murmuring. Hua Hua

In murmuring.

Pa Pa

Hua Hua Pa Pa

In murmuring. 嘩嘩

啪啪

Grain tower battery in high tide

Isle of Grain

Grain tower battery in high tide

Isle of Grain

To Formosa

Formosa Manaqvali

Maca qabasdaingazang a, Haiza dusa ca vali, Mucacais maca qanian sanavan bunhapav saipuk is ican dalaq nastuti a cikaupakaupamamaaz, Qaitu haiza tastu qanian, Nii at nai maipatusanuc tu nacima ca mungaus mun-hapav kuzakuza, Uzav tandusa mun-hapav han qanian, Mamang mabaqic daingaz. Maa ca Bunun a mahaudaingaz, mangzava haiza dusa ca vali? mamang mabaqicdaingaz, Mapatupa ca tatacang a bunun tu napanaqun ca tasa vali, Mapatupa ca dusa a acang taican tu namunhaan nat nai daza is ludun macka manaq is vali, Pancaan mata ca sinpanak anaqat ulavin minbuan, Minuni laupat saduan ta ka buan.

Formosa Conquering Suns

There is a myth from Bunun. A story of conquering suns.

There used to be two suns in the sky, Taking turns in charge of day and night. However, there was no coordination about who was responsible for day or night, They were up in the sky together accidentally one day. Rivers dried up, The land became barren, Children died. The Bunun made a plan to shoot out a sun, The two tribes agreed to go together to shoot the sun in a higher mountain. After a long and hard fight, One of the suns was shot into the eyes, Which later became A moon.

The poetic but cruel myth, makes me think of the position between Taiwan and China, Unlike the frontline of the United Kingdom, We are still in the balance of terror with China. War never ends. A situation between a present or future tense. Another conquering for being the only sun, If we have a chance to show up together In the same bright sky. Or one of us will be Denied, shot down and erased. And who will be the hunter?

The conqueror.

After the Coastline

Isle of Grain

Yantlet Creek

To Formosa

In-Between

I was brought and attached on the field by tide thinking of how earth records traces with her every single cell. 潮汐將我引領至這片大地沈思著她如何透過每寸肌膚紀錄一切

I was brought and attach on the field by w How humans m

In High Tide

Tiau si̍k tsiong guá ín-líng tsì tsit phìnn tāi-tē Sím su tio̍h Thann Jî-hô thàu-kuè muí tshùn ki hu Kì-lo̍k it-tshè

hed waves thinking of mark on the ground with their greedy desire. 潮汐將我引領至這片大地沈思著人類如何透過慾望標記每寸大地 Tiau si̍k tsiong guá ín-líng tsì tsit phìnn tāi-tē Sím su tio̍h jî-hô thàu-kuè io̍k-bōng piau-kì muí tshùn tāi-tē

Knmalu Tminun

Formosa

Beautiful Weave

Formosa

Out of Day Film

Isle of Grain

Out of Day Film

Isle of Grain

To Formosa

Formosa

在我的夢裡我無畏地揮舞著我的所屬我吶喊著

Tasaq cin Sisin

在我的夢裡沒有沈默沒有迴避

我就是我像靈鳥般自由翱翔在寬容的天空

我們來自何方

眺望如母親般的大地

Formosa

在我的夢裡 In my dream, 我無畏地揮舞著我的所屬 I am waving my belonging without fear, 我吶喊著 I am yelling

在我的夢裡沒有沈默沒有迴避

Dream and Bird with Soul

In my dream, Without any silence, Without any avoiding,

wildly

我就是我像靈鳥般自由翱翔在寬容的天空

我們來自何方

眺望如母親般的大地

which means Where I come from.

I am who I am, Like a “sisin”, a bird with soul, flying among the tolerant sky at will,

Looking out over the maternal land.

In-Between

啪啪

In murmuring. 啪啪

Pa Pa

嘩嘩

Hua Hua

颼颼 In murmuring. Hiu Hiu

In murmuring.

Hua Hua

咻咻颼颼咻咻咻咻

颼颼

In High Tide

咻咻

In rustling.

咻咻

嘩嘩

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu

咻咻

Soo Soo

咻咻

In rustling. 咻咻

In rustling.

Hiu Hiu

咻咻咻

咻

颼

咻咻

In rustling.

Soo Soo 咻咻 In rustling.

颼

啪啪嘩嘩 In murmuring.

Hua Hua Pa Pa

Discription of Site

As a coastwise part of the peninsula, the Isle of Grain expresses the idea of protection with a large-scale military landscape. Military ramparts, separated in various locations in the conjunction of the River Medway and Thames. A marshland grazing and arable farming shaped its temporal landscape of fleets and ditches, counter walls and reclaimed pasture. Military protection was changed into permanent infrastructures in the 19th century, such as batteries, forts, coastguard station, seaplane base, etc. Grain was transformed into industrial districts after Work War II, such as oil refinery, power station and transport industries. Through different developments, the landscape of Grain ends up being formed by earthworks and enigmatic remains.

Isle of Grain

A once military landscape is covered by industrial construction. Remnants have become defamiliarized objects in the field of Grain, which exposes the problem of the military landscape nowadays. As an abandoned field, instead of merely seeing the site as a carriage with memories, the lost-land of the frontline could be transformed into a vehicle that talks about other frontlines. As an endless brownfield, Grain also exposes environment issue, which results from the excessed development and recession of the military and energy industry.

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