地板 The Floor
2014
地板 The Floor
塑膠地板、攝影、錄像
Plastic floor tile, photography, video
偶然拆卸西螺鎮延平路72號工作室內原有的塑膠地板，意外發現在塑膠地板之下，是古樸典雅的方形地磚。這些方型地磚，經由一層又一層的塑膠地板覆蓋而被埋藏於地下。他們始終存在，但誰也不知他們存在。
計畫最初，我單純想再現這些久經覆蓋的方形地磚，透過拆除、打掃、清洗，試著讓長年以來被覆蓋的方形地磚再次浮現。勞動的過程中，重複的肢體運作讓我的思緒於肢體以外獨立，我的身體以固定的方式重複勞動著，過程並不需任何大腦參與。因此，許多計畫以外的想法伴隨勞動進行，與方形地磚一併浮現：
覆蓋：塑膠地板與方形地磚原為覆蓋物與被覆蓋物，兩者原本的關係在塑膠地板被拆除後即為改變。我嘗試於原有次序中尋找更多覆蓋與被覆蓋的可能，與這層關係的轉換。
重複與等待：或許反映現實，或許單純來自內心的投射。在勞動的過程與時間的消耗中，我開始注意起「重複」與「等待」。我想起每個星期五在碼頭上等船的上校（馬奎斯－《沒人寫信給上校》），那是二十五年的重複及等待。我想起在延平路上看見的人，我也想起我自己。
日復一日，我們知道有什麼值得期待，也知道是什麼令我們甘願等待，這些方形地磚或許也知道，只不過不知為什麼，我們誰也說不出口。
Occasionally, the original plastic floor tiles in the working studio at No. 72, Yanping road in Xiluo were dismantled, but, instead, the elegant and classic square floor bricks were accidentally found underneath. These square floor bricks were hidden under pieces and pieces of plastic floor tiles. They are still here, though no one knows about their existences.
At the beginning of the plan, I simply wanted to reappear the square floor bricks with removing, cleaning, and washing processes to resurface the floor bricks that have been hidden for years again. During the processes, because of the repetitive physical works, they separated my body movements with my thinking. My body could keep working with the same physical works without my brain involvement. Therefore, with the physical work processes, the thoughts, which weren’t planned in the original plan, occurred simultaneously with the floor bricks’ appearance.
Covering: the plastic floor tiles were covering the square floor bricks. First one was covering, and the second one was been covered. The relation between the two was changed after the destruction. I tried to find more possibilities in the original covering and be-covered patterns, and also the transformation between the relations.
Repetition and Waiting: Maybe it is a reflection of reality, or it is just a projection of a pure mind. During the time and effort spending on the physical work processes, I noticed about “repetition” and “waiting”. They reminded me of the 25-year waiting in Marquze’s No one Writes to the Colonel. I thought about the people I saw on the Yanping road, and also thought of myself.
Day after day, we know what should we expect, and know the reason why we are waiting for it willingly. The square floor bricks maybe know. However, neither of us can speak it out with a reason.