Displaced

I'm displaced

Please sew my soul to my body

Please sew your voice to my body

Let my tongue speak for your soul

Let your tongue speak for my mind

Let me stick to you

Let me be you

Written and Directed by: Soyung Lee Performers: Chung Siu Hei, Donald Kong Ho Yin Cha Merz Cresencio Ponce Marita G. Bohol Ever II Tabelisma Kristy Janvier Participants of the video interviews: Gina C. Albano Josie Meniola Carina A. Baldonado Rochelle Pablo Mea Baltazar Camera: Chan Ka Shun Benny Cheung Pak Ming Choreographed by: Kristy Janvier Production coordinator: Hillian Siu Edited by: Chan Ka Shun Benny Languages: Cantonese, English, Mandarin, and Tagalog Cantonese translation: Hillian Siu Leo Cheng Songs: “It’s all right here” & “Displaced” Written by Soyung Lee Performed by Ever II Tabelisma Venue: Cattle Depot Artist Village, Hong Kong Thanks to: Hillian Siu, Florence Wai, Ken Chung, Leo Cheng, Christopher Lee, Emily Cheng, Allan Smith, Ione Smith Supported by: Videotage, Hong Kong Arts Development Council The quoted lines are adapted from "Diary of a Madman" by Nikolai V. Gogol, "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare, and "A Madman’s Diary" by Lu Xun.

Forge Portmanteau

 

簡介

A Dutch - Cantonese multidiscipinary performance
with solo work of Dutch flutist Mark Alban Lotz


Artist statement

Early morning
Late at night
earth wind and water collide
The New
starts to creep and crawl
To forge its way
to the surface of the earth

Naked and blind
we come into this world
Our cultures, upbringing and personal histories
make us see, what other do not see

What do you see?
"Luggage-seeing" and "new seeing".
How do strangers you meet on your journey
arouse unpacking and unpeeling?
What language does the unpacked and aroused speak?
Where is its home, its port?

Morning Mandala

It all began in May 2015 when I made a prayer offering for my family grieving my late uncle.  From then on until seasons changed in September, I continued to make these flower mandalas in my front yard with these beautiful flowers that fell off the tree I look at every morning. Always keeping one special flower to tuck behind my ear.