Our first fight was about a dying fly or ant, one of those small insects that we’d watch and follow until they disappear. We saw this one dying, struggling on the ground, we felt the time passing by…I said “you have to kill it, Steve, you have to end this suffering.”

And you starred at me bitterly, in panic; you said, “I’d never kill anything, any little thing, even it’s the short cut to end its suffering.
If you think killing it is the best way to save it, do it yourself, Zoe, do it yourself.”

Our peace was in the cemetery, we walked through all the stones with their real and fake flowers; we fixed the fallen vases, and sat under the tree in the middle of the graveyard.
Reading short stories, in your book half chewed by a mice.

_____________

When they asked me what dreams I have, I said, “I don’t dream anymore, I think I have made my real life a dream.”
They smiled and started telling me about their dreams, they fly, they scream, they dream in their dreams; when they look away but still try to tell you something, they know they are dreaming

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“Zoe, you should definitely hang out with these Frenchies when I go away,”

“Yeah?”

“When Digger Street crumbles into dust, you can also move into their house, they cook the best food ever, and it’s all free, cus they steal everything from the supermarket…”

I like Digger Street, Denis. After you died, I went back there from the hospital with two stitches in my chin, it was the people there who drove me all the way back to the waterfall, to find your car before the police. But they had taken it. Nothing was left at where you parked but a small wallaby, killed in the middle of the road not long before we got there. So we picked it up, and BBQ it when it was still fresh.

It was too late to drive unpaved paths in the woods with your lost spirit, but we opened the window of the van, calling to give you a lift on the way back… Sorry we couldn’t get there before the police, I know it was something you don’t want your family to see, somewhere in your car.

The Frenchies, yeah, they wear those dirty working pants with lots of pockets as kitchen hands. They were kicked out from Digger Street, they steal TimTams, listen to awful psychedelic music, and make space cakes, which was not too bad.
But they steal TimTams!

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Which did you enjoy more, Denis, the gravity when you jump into the water, or the lightness that makes you breathe again?

You gave a lot of people their first dose. “It’s like learning how to swim,” you said.
I agreed. And you drowned in front of me.

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“I got an email from my son, I’m not sure if I should show you but…I think he is suffering from depression, and anxiety…it’s a genetic heredity, remember I told you about my insomnia? Though I knew there’s not much we can do about it, and no one to blame, I emailed him back saying maybe he should go see a doctor.

Now I got this almost disjointed email from him again, which I don’t know how to reply…Do you think I should just leave it?
Should I just wait? Do nothing but hand him to the hands of God, and let him decide? I’ll pray for him.
Is that right or wrong?”

“I think that’s completely wrong. Do something, John, do you love him or not? Call him, don’t just email him. Call his sister, his neighbor or…”
“No, that’s not going to work, he doesn’t want me to call him, he asked me not to. I know that’s not going to work.”
“Then why don’t you go and do something you think will work, instead of asking me if you know much more than I do? I mean…you’re the only one who can decide.”

“I can’t.
I don’t know. I think it is destiny.
Zoe, I just want peace, I really do. Have you heard of the story about a man asked Buddha how to have peace?”
“How?”
“’Kill me,’ the Buddha says.”

“Do something, John, both of you are still alive.”
“I know…”

_____________

“I have seen my son’s mother suffering the same thing, when we were still married in Darwin, I saw her lying on our bed, her face buried in a pillow saturated with tears. I kneed down beside her, ‘Penny, I love you,’ I said… it was silent; there was no response, no movement on her body, either. So I went out.
Sometimes I think it would have changed everything if I hugged her shoulders at that time, or laid down next to her.”

“You can never regret enough if you decide to, John.”
“Is it someone’s quote or did you just make that up?”
“That’s what I think.”
“Write that down… or I’ll forget.”
“Okay…I’ll write it down if you put the bottle down, and stop drinking.”

_____________

There was a Japanese girl in Cairns, who flew to Melbourne to attend your funeral. She told your mum what your needle looked like, and then reintroduced you to your family as someone she knows better than they do – a cocaine addict, a great tragic lover, a romantic hero who took her away to escape into a better world, a wild, beautiful dreamland once was shared with her.

“She was obsessed with Denis,” said Torsten, your best friend, “well, we all know he was never a single man, and it’s impossible to say who he really was from all kinds of stories about him.

The truth is he never tries to be anyone, to escape from anything about himself, his complexity.

He just cruises around and walks into other people’s lives. To tease them with a straight face, play tricks on them when they’re unconscious…but he doesn’t laugh at the fools, he just wants to see if they’d wake up, from lies and fantasies of this modern world. That’s what he was doing, by any means.”

It was not a surprise to find out that we both love Blond Redhead, when I heard “In Particular” in your car for the first time; I thought it’d be the only thing I need to know about you.

And there was a Japanese girl we picked up in Gosford on the way to a festival, who didn’t worry too much about the music in your car, when you asked if she’d like to listen to anything in particular; “Anything,” she said, and smiled before falling asleep.

She’s now married to her Australian boyfriend, and had a baby girl.

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I’m sorry I said you’re a demon, Steve, I was drunk. I didn’t know it’d stay in your head for weeks, until you carefully asked me again if I really think so.

You had a job when you were in Canada, sitting in front of screens of live satellite tracking of the traffic, and answering phone calls from drivers who got into trouble. You follow their cars on the screen as you listen to their stories, answer their questions, give directions, calm them down, lock or unlock their doors with a remote if there’s an emergency…
People knew they’d be fine because you were on the line, watching from high above and have a better control of everything. You loved your job, especially before you hung up when problems were solved, and some drivers thanked you for being there as if you were their only friend, it seemed impossible to hide your happiness in a professional tone.

It was like playing God, until you got fired from doing some extra stuff… but no matter what it was, I know you were just trying to help.

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The fire stairs in my first apartment in Sydney, where we met and lived in the same unit for a while; the fire stairs there, where I had my first time and you had a haircut.
When we moved out, the Chinese landlords wouldn’t return some of our bond, you were sitting on the balcony with a cigarette, slightly windy night. “We should just let them have the money,” you said, I was sitting on your knees.
“we know they need it much more than we do.”

A year later, when we broke up and I moved out from our unit, you still owe me fifty bucks.

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“What’s this?” you looked at the book on my bed.
“ ’Chaos’, it’s a theory I’ve been studying.”
You smiled and took off your clothes, didn’t say anything else before I turned off the light. We were both too drunk and exhausted.

“I knew he was very sad, I knew because I helped him out twice when he was suicidal, and he always asks me to look after things when he feels like going away.
But I got a message from him this time, that things seemed to turn around in very little time after he met a girl. He was happy. You must be special Zoe, because Denis was special,” said Torsten, your best friend.

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I woke up on the sofa again, every morning, felt I was just part of the house, so I vacuumed it again.

I’m still house sitting for Jimmy; when I met him, I sang the song ‘Jimmy’ of Moriarty: Jimmy, won’t you please come home, where the grass is green and the buffalos roam…
He said he had heard it before.

The neighbor told me there’s a jungle in the house, since Jimmy never comes back.
“I’ll make peace with the chaos,” I said.

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“Tell me some shit, Zoe.” We were so comfortable, sitting on a sofa barefooted, in the middle of a shopping mall.

“I was eighteen in New York, and I met a guy in suit, when I was taking a photo of the status of Rockefeller Building. He invited me for a drink in the lobby of Shangri-La Hotel, I can’t remember his name, but he was from Greece…he talked about girls from different countries, and he asked me if there’s anything I want at the moment.

I said I want to be an artist, and I want to travel.

‘No,’ her said, ‘if there’s anything I can buy for you, anything from the 5th street.’
I couldn’t think of anything, and he looked disappointed…so I went to his apartment, the security guard almost stopped me at the door. He said he would open a bank account for me if I move to New York after my high school finishes.
He asked me if I like anything in his home, he could give it to me…but I didn’t see anything special; I liked the French window in his living room though, you can see the city with the sky from high above…So he pulled out about $400 cash from his wallet, insisted that I take them for nothing in exchange, and he drove me to the bus stop. ”

_____________

The drivers, no they didn’t rape me, because they’d have to stop the cars if they try to; instead, they asked me to live with them, and they can keep driving anywhere they want.
“But I’m just a hitchhiker,” I said.

So they wanted a photo with me before they go.

_____________

“So what’s not a drug after all?”
“Life is not, I guess.”

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This Lesson # host by /
Zoe Teng

I went to the supermarket, put a one-pond-coin inside the shopping trolley, and took a shopping trolley back to my studio. In the studio, I took out the same one-pond-coin, went to the same supermarket, and took the second shopping trolley with me. The same process carries on and on. I traveled to and back New Cross Road again and again, in and out the supermarket again and again.

In total, I took seven trolleys, and the same one-pond-coin travels through each shopping trolleys. Money exchanges for a commodity and a commodity exchange for money. Therefore, the circulation of commodities is complete.

I piled the trolleys together into a sculpture, cut them smashed them and distorted them. They are the super commodities of the mass consumption era, the last symbol in hyper reality—they made of stainless steel, they are strong, tough and make no concessions on the visual forms they already possess.
The big ironic is in here, we live in a time of mass consumption of shitty products, every product only functions for one week, then the bicycle brake drops, the doll beheads, the washing machine smokes, the coat shrinks and the microwave explodes. And at the same time we shop these products with trolleys that last for a million years and strong enough to resist nulear wars.

And the shopping trolleys away from the feet on the ground, they stand on each other’s head , far more wonderful than if it were to being dancing of its own free will.

Therefore, they become a rainbow—rainbow is a pure reflection of light, water and shadow. The sculpture is a rainbow—the circulation of fantastic objects. It evolves from circulation of commodities into circulation of fantasy. Fantasy designates the subject’s impossible relation to the object by the object-cause of its desire, and it is only through fantasy that the subject is constituted as desiring.

她是一道彩虹(神奇的物件)

我去了一趟超市，把一堆硬幣投進手推車，然後把它推回我的工作室。在工作室裡，我把同樣一堆硬幣拿出來，回到同樣的超市，帶回了第二台手推車。同樣的過程繼續著，我在New Cross的路上反覆來回，不斷進出那家超市。

我總共收集了七台手推車，每台都被同樣的一堆硬幣通過。金錢交換的商品與商品交換的金錢，於是，交易的循環完整成立。

我把所有的手推車堆砌成一個大型雕塑，切斷，砸壞，並扭曲它們。它們是消費主義時代的超級商品，超級現實主義的最後象徵。它們是不鏽鋼打造的，強壯，堅韌一如它們早有的視覺形態。這是它巨大的諷刺，我們生活在一個大量消費爛商品的時代，每樣東西都只有一星期的壽命，然後腳踏車的煞車掉了，玩具娃娃斷頭，洗衣機冒煙，大衣縮水，微波爐爆炸；然而我們用來購買這些商品的手推車卻萬年不衰，強大地足以抵制核戰。

這些手推車從地面升起，站在彼此頭上，比起他們以自由意志各自起舞時遠遠更為美好。

於是，它們變成一道彩虹 – 彩虹是光、水與影子的純粹反映。那件雕塑是一道彩虹 – 美好物體的循環。它從商品的循環進化為幻想的循環。幻想以主體的慾望定義了主題與物體之間不可能的關連，卻也只有藉由幻想，主題才能在主體的渴望中成立。

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生体電気 攝影展 － 瀑布的延伸練習

「以前不論如何鬧彆扭，只要我一罵便聽話了；可是現在，​只要一罵她，她便滿臉不在乎的樣子，並且用銳利的眼神斜​瞟我，好似要瞄準什麼似的，直挺挺的瞪著我，我常有一種​感覺，如果有動物電氣這種東西的話，奈歐蜜的眼睛中必藏​有大量的能量，尤其在她那咄咄逼人的可怕神色中，是如此​尖銳而令人毛骨悚然。」－癡人之愛 ╱谷崎潤一郎

生体電気，中文稱作生物電（Bioelectromag​netism）是生物體所呈現的電現象。其主要基礎是細​胞膜內外有電位差，即膜電位。安靜時膜電位之值通常為數​十毫伏，內負外正，稱「靜息電位」。當細胞膜被損傷時，​膜電位減少或損失。當可興奮細胞（如神經元或肌肉細胞）​受刺激而傳導沖動時，其膜電位發生急劇變化，暫時可變為​內正外負，稱「動作電位」。腦和心臟等器官所表現的複雜​電變化，是它們的組成細胞電變化的總和。腦電圖和心電圖​等可以反映這些器官的功能狀態，在臨床診斷上被廣泛地應​用。

這些微渺的電氣隱隱在我們的生活之中，是愛人的懷裡、是​常日路過的停車場空地、是偶而瘋狂的夜、是被遺忘的廣告海報、是城市裡的霧氣、是每每的猶豫​不決和衝動、是被永遠存取的瞬間、是心跳、是那些摸不著​的微亮。

活著，一切都是關於靈光捕捉術，就讓它們恣意生長吧。

策展 -
Waterfall (Shauba Chang)

出展藝術家 -
Shauba Chang
Ting Cheng
Charlie Engman
Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek
Mao
Paula Muhr
Simon Nunn
Asen Ognyanov
Stefan Stark
Lukasz Wierzbowski

開幕 –
2011.09.02 / 19:30

展覽資訊 -
2011.09.03-09.17
Mon-Sun 10:00-18:00
中山創意基地URS21 / N2 展演空間
(台北市民生東路一段21號)

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SENTAI DENKI – An exhibition presented by Waterfall Magazine

Sentai Denki, aka Bioelectromagnetism, is an aspect of all living things, including all plants and animals. Some animals have acute bioelectric sensors, and others, such as migratory birds, are believed to navigate in part by orienteering with respect to the Earth’s magnetic field. Also, sharks are more sensitive to local interaction in electromagnetic fields than most humans. Other animals, such as the electric eel, are able to generate large electric fields outside their bodies. Biological cells use bioelectricity to store metabolic energy, to do work or trigger internal changes, and to signal one another. Bioelectromagnetism is the electric current produced by action potentials along with the magnetic fields they generate through the phenomenon of electromagnetism.

The metabolic energy, the electricity, it’s too subtle to distinguish, but it’s everywhere in our lives. It could be in the arms of the lovers; it could be in the empty car park under daily routine; it could be some crazy nights; it could be abandoned posters; it could be the fog in the city; it could be every hesitant and every impulse; it could be the moment that has been kept forever; it could be the heartbeat or – the glimmer we couldn’t reach.

Living, it is all about how to catch the illuminations. And what we do is just let them glow/grow.

Curating -
Waterfall (Shauba Chang)

Artists -
Shauba Chang
Ting Cheng
Charlie Engman
Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek
Mao
Paula Muhr
Simon Nunn
Asen Ognyanov
Stefan Stark
Lukasz Wierzbowski

PV -
2011.09.02 / 19:30

Info-
2011.09.03-09.17
Mon-Sun 10:00-18:00
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