● Exhibition Period／11.24 (Fri.) – 12.24 (Sun.)
● Open Time／11:00-18:00(Closed on Monday)
● Venue／ Treasure Hill, Frontier Plaza, Shelter, Hill Gallery No.53
● Artists／Kayako NAKASHIMA, LEE Yung-Ta,CHU Yun-Tien, Pamela VARELA
● Guest Curator／TSAI Ming-Jiun

Make the Holes to Get New Wind

● Artists／Kayako NAKASHIMA
● Exhibition Date／11.24(Fri.)-12.24(Sun.) 11:00-18:00(Closed on Monday)
● Opening／11.24(Fri.) 15:00, Frontier Plaza
● Venue／Treasure Hill, Frontier Plaza
■ Artist Statement／

The title is Japanese idiom. This means "create an entrance to introduce new ideas and values".

I will create some new walls for broken house and make holes in that wall.

The changing sunlight illuminates the room through the hole.

I want to create an installation work that people can feel the overlapping time of this place.

■ Guest Curator's Brief Introduction

By TSAI Ming-Jiun

He came and left, leaving holes on the wall, and a pit half-concealed underground. Like a specially-designed ceramic cup created with extremely high temperature, it comes with an exact shape, function, and attribute, leaving no space for ambiguity and fuzziness. Where he left traces, many arrive and leave, adding more indefinite holes that continue to change. Like a cup with printed texts or patterns comes with no specific usage and purpose. It waits for a confirmed value and disposition of it as a container through the possible position hidden in history.

A Fictitious Village

● Artists／LEE Yung-Ta
● Exhibition Date／11.24(Fri.)-12.24(Sun.) 11:00-18:00 Closed on Monday)
● Opening／11.24(Fri.) 15:00, Frontier Plaza
● Venue／Treasure Hill Artist Village
■ Artist Statement／

The Treasure Hill is a legalized artist village now, so the people who live here have to obey the law, they can’t build any new houses at their own will like the old days. The writer made up fictitious stories to reach the freedom, like a tiny plant searching a crack on a cement wall as its’way out.

The writer walks and writes anywhere anytime. He doesn’t need permission by any authorities. To him, the wall built on a big stone was a playground. The cat sat on the tin roof was the landlord here. Lovers broke up under the shadow of an abandoned balcony. The writer made up stories based on real place, and left them at the same spot where they were written.

The stories were printed on papers, and were placed under a brick or a pebble. They were washed by rain, dried by sun, bitten by insect. They became moldy and mossy. It’s just the same process that happened to everything and everyone in Treasure Hill.

The fictitious stories are useless. So many people were gone. Neither traces nor steles were left. Before all the stories have disappeared, please draw lots and look for the stone or brick with numbers. Each small stone or brick has a number corresponding to the lot, the fictitious stories are under them. Even if they were under the pressure of stones, the fictitious stories are free.

■ Guest Curator's Brief Introduction

By TSAI Ming-Jiun

He no longer grows and spreads. He has halted in the moment after being officially accepted and given an identity. Putting on new clothing, a blouse in the design of a vest, he was visited by more people, made more friends, and became a place where more people passed by. His encounters, both random and planned, either hovering at the corner, on the stairs, in the brick wall or approaching and departing, left marks on him. He does not collect objects, but rather, writes stories based on evidence or in a virtual manner about the things attached to him or the people passing by. These are obscure existences, like micro holes on blouses left by brooches.

From 2012 to 2017

● Artists／CHU Yun-Tien
● Exhibition Date／11.24(Fri.)-12.24(Sun.) 11:00-18:00 (Closed on Monday)
● Opening／11.24(Fri.) 16:00 @ Shelter Plaza
● Venue／Treasure Hill, Shelter

■ Artist Statement／

Looking at a photograph taken from the window of my room in Taipei, I think back of what it was like to leave my home for a foreign country on another continent.

The photograph shows a small house in the middle of a construction site next to the apartment complex I live in. I took the picture in 2012 after I finished my studies in France and returned to Taiwan. I was shocked to see how much the view from my window had changed. For the sake of urban renewal, the large building that used to stand next to the small house was demolished brick by brick. Much like my memories of the place I call home.

This project is the continuation of work I made while in Brussels, where I looked from a distance at my home in Taipei. From far away, Taiwan became nothing more than pixels on the websites that I followed daily. Now I’m back in Taipei and looking through to same window of the photograph. Much has changed. The sky bridge is gone. Each time I leave and come back, the city changes. But the lonely house in the middle of the construction site is still there. I meet its owner and listen to his stories about the place and his resistance against the changes the city goes through.

I ask myself again: why did I leave? I try to remember what I was like when I was young, before the moment I attempt to leave. I interview young Taiwanese people on the streets. I ask them about their thoughts for the future. The sort of questions that teachers ask you in school. Are their hopes, their fears the same as mine at their age?

In my work I want to think about the changes people and cities go through. What does the future mean to me, to us, to the next generation and to this city?

■ Guest Curator's Brief Introduction

By TSAI Ming-Jiun

He realized the difference between “leaving” and “returning” after he left. He discovered the connection between “past” also “future” and the present moment. He acknowledged the traces that “time” and “the environment” have left on his body and the world. He might have left for education, vacation, migration, escape, or pursuit. However, he might as well depart or return permanently for reasons that are in no way related to the above.

Bodies Women Cities I - Taipei
● Artists／Pamela VARELA
● Exhibition Date／11.24(Fri.)-12.24(Sun.) 11:00-18:00 (Closed on Monday)
● Opening／11.24(Fri.) 16:30 @ Hill Gallery No.53
● Venue／Treasure Hill, Hill Gallery No.53

■ Artist Statement／

In this project of Installation (video / photography /sound), I question the way the feminine identity builds itself up beside the social and political spheres, in an endless back and forth between private and public. The representation of the body, whether it is a landscape of oneself, of one's cultural identity, or becomes itself landscape or matter of metamorphosis, is at the core of this project.

Through our body, we belong to the world around us, we are part of territories that mix and hybridize, and we take part in the movements, in the disruptions, in the crossings imposed by our environment. The body could be silent, bruised, rebellious and sometimes even dead. It asserts itself as the most sincere way of being into the world, as the final banner of the protest. This body has not been lived as an autonomous, isolated reality but as the interface between the self and the social and natural world.

It is linked to the group and to the nature by a whole series of physical and symbolic signs. Physical metaphors of urban space, the city is the place where we live, work, move, have leisure, get in touch and communicate with others. Urban space is therefore anthropological, charged with meanings. As the city changes, grows and modify according to historical, social, political or cultural events, it can be compared to a living organism.

The installation will bring together the urban body / human body and will explore their representations in a paradoxical society where tradition and modernity are interwoven in daily life.

■ Guest Curator's Brief Introduction

By TSAI Ming-Jiun

Her mind was blank as she stopped half-track on the way home. What was she facing? New life, or a life that was ending? Different versions of her exist in different countries, cities, workplaces, public spheres, and homes. When does she feel authentic, strong, or at ease? Where is she needed, where does she feel confident, or irreplaceable? Does she have a room of her own to move around and experience the world?