BBRBAR-波波跋(太魯閣語:那些碎的聲音)
BBRBAR (meaning "those broken sounds" in Truku language)
跋山涉水的遷徙,燃燒竹木的薪火,跟隨溪流的方向,順著山巒的脈動,是哪ㄧ群人,從萬古的自然裡,流轉漂流到,這個急速複製變化的空間,如同虛幻的光影。
我們,只聽見殘存的,細小破碎的聲音,卻看不到,任何移動的過程,像是ㄧ片海水上,幾近淹沒的島,聲波靜止了,如同被灰燼覆蓋的山丘,線條被彰顯著,唯一的念想,刻印在象徵家族繁衍的鍋,在寂滅之前,閃娑著曾經美麗的圖紋,究竟是失了顏色,還是,原本就沒有。
何方破敗呀,何方完美呢!
Migrating across mountains and rivers, with firewood burning bamboos and wood, following the direction of streams, along the pulses of mountains, who are the people drifting from the ancient nature to this rapidly replicating and changing space, like illusory shadows?
We can only hear the shredded, slight and fragmented sound, but cannot see any movement. It is just like a nearly submerged island floating on the sea in tranquility and like ash-covered hills with highlighted lines. The only impression is the pot symbolizing family inheritance, flashing with the once beautiful patterns before quiescence. Is it the fading of the color, or was there no color at all?
What is dilapidated? What is perfect?









