Taipei Artist Village Exhibition: Jungle ｜until Nov.25
- Duration of residencies：2018.10.30(Tue.)-11.25(Sun.)
- Location：Taipei Artist Village, Barry Room
A loud but low bellowing howl, as if from a wolf but with more bass and depth, merged with mottled hooting and grunting. Vibrations, as if an animal whoop, but I didn’t think it was coming from an animal. Each noise was quick, a little more than half a second. At first, I swore it was a human, some guy calling out. I heard it again—the same pitch, tone, and length. Starting out low, then quickly rising. Phonetically, it sounded like “Whaaaa,” or “Waaaaaa.” But it wasn't a man; it couldn't have been. I've never heard a man make his voice buzz like that. That night was different. The source was emitting a“raaaah” and word-like utterances. As best I can remember, it went something like, “Raaaaaaaaaaaaa baba haba babababa habadaba…” I went in the direction I thought it was coming from, but I never seemed to get closer. It was pervasive, yet distant, as if coming from the far reaches of all directions. Eventually, it began faded. But before the end, there was one noise like --------------------- , -, - , - , -, -. You know , like - =. A high-pitched sound—ear-piercing, metallic—mixed with other strange noises. The wail intensified for ten minutes, and then another sound arose, overtaking it. This, more of a screaming noise, mixed with hammering. It was the weirdest sound I have ever heard. The beginning, as if in preparation, was a whistle, which was followed by a progression of (usually) three, rhythmic sounds (a sort of "woop-hoo, whoop-hoo, whoop-hoo”). I heard chittering sounds, as if from rats. Growls and barks, as if from dogs. Slithering sounds like those of snakes. And the horrified screams of petrified teenagers. Two loud booms—“thada BOOM"—followed by strange clicking noises. Those booms, like muffled explosions, set me on edge. I laid down and began to hear clicking sounds. I got up and tried to find the source, but with my every move a different direction called. Tongue clicking...silence…a restart; I searched. The vibrations were as if from an intentionally restricted human you cheapwatchesonsale.co.uk throat, mouth extended, air sucked in sharply. An unnatural, inhaled growl. INVESTMENT presents Jungle, a group show that features paintings, drawings, photos, installations, sculptures, and videos from Chris Papa and Maggie Hazen, Melmel Chen, Geraldine Kang,Michael R. León, Tommy Mishima, Amanda Nedham, Hao Ni, Mark Nilsson, and Bayne Peterson. From Singapore’s shores to its nocturnal zoo, an abandoned mine in upstate New York to cyber space, military dependents’ villages in Ping Tong to Rwanda, Latin America and beyond, artists in this show investigate a common sense of displacement, confusion, and entrapment, and redefine increasingly porous boundaries and borders across geography and history. Viewers are invited to assume the perspectives of a flight attendant, peace keeper, domestic helper, post-apocalyptic data miner, surveillance cameras, and an oil painter to explore the rhizomatic relationships between human bodies, objects, and environments and to get a glimpse of the structural violence that permeates the world.