The S pirit,The T emple,The V alley. where the ruin becomes temple, and wind carries hopes . INSTALLATION / PERFORMANCE / WEARABLE
2025
At Medienfrische in Austria, a new myth emerged through observation, collection, and ritual. In the Bschlab Valley, I built a temporary temple from pinecones, river clay, fallen branches, donated objects, plastic sheets, and abandoned materials.
Installed within a ruin, the structure shifted between sculpture and portal. By day, it responded to the valley’s cycles of erosion and repair. By night, projections and field recordings transformed it into an audiovisual installation.
The project extended into a wearable sculpture made from moss, branches, discarded plastic, 3D-printing waste, mesh, and cloth. Worn as a hybrid forest deity, the figure combined an insect with a motorcyclist, bringing together two different forms of temporary presence in the landscape.
As a migrant artist temporarily inhabiting the valley, I used this tension to expand my ongoing practice around migration, ritual, and fabricated deities into ecological myth-making.
在奧地利 Medienfrische 藝術節期間，一個新的神話從觀察、採集與儀式中逐漸形成。在 Bschlab 山谷裡，我以松果、河泥、倒下的樹枝、村民捐贈的物件、塑膠薄片與廢棄材料，搭建出一座臨時廟宇。
這個結構被置入一處廢墟之中，在雕塑與門戶之間轉換。白天，它回應山谷持續發生的侵蝕與修復；到了夜晚，投影與田野錄音則將它轉化為一件視聽裝置。
計畫也延伸為一件穿戴式雕塑，由苔蘚、樹枝、廢棄塑膠、3D 列印廢料、網布與布料構成。穿戴之後，身體化為一個混種的森林神祇形象，結合昆蟲與重機騎士，呈現兩種不同的臨時存在方式，以及它們與地景之間截然不同的關係。
作為一名短暫居住於山谷中的移民藝術家，我將自身的位置放入這種張力之中，並藉此把原本圍繞遷移、儀式與人造神祇的創作實踐，延伸至生態神話的建構。
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1
I wandered through the forest
and saw shrine in every form
– house for Jesus, arranged stones,
and where wind had laid pinecones.
Shaped by hands, wind, gravity and decay
I begin to wonder:
Is this shrine a creation,
dreams set in stone
or a coincidence
2
In this forest,
creating a shrine takes very little effort.
A hollow beneath tree root
is enough to shield a sacred thing.
Pinecones and stones become offerings.
What is more sacred than a seed?
3
A goddess stands inthe forest.
A tree stump, curved like a women
Around her, other stumps
form a silent circle –
the guards, sisters, witnesses
The forest chose her shape,
we chose her story.
4
The cut trees became offering tables,
They held pinecones, fallen stones.
Rain soaked the wounds,
then moss arrived – followed by fungi.
What’s cut becomes cradle,
death folding gently into new life.
5
He came with thunder.
The trees shivered before he appeared.
Wrapped in black armor,
chrome bones, leather skin –
a beetle made from fuel and noise.
He left no offering.
Only the echo of rupture.
6
A window, crooked like a question.
Beneath it, red text washed out by rain.
blessing once painted for a new home.
the words faded, the story lingers.
A temple is a space
that holds what we hope for.
Like the abandoned mining cave.
Not for prayer, but for the shimmer of a future.
My temple holds nothing, but air and wishes.
I wandered through the forest
and saw shrine in every form
– house for Jesus, arranged stones,
and where wind had laid pinecones.
Shaped by hands, wind, gravity and decay
I begin to wonder:
Is this shrine a creation,
dreams set in stone
or a coincidence
2
In this forest,
creating a shrine takes very little effort.
A hollow beneath tree root
is enough to shield a sacred thing.
Pinecones and stones become offerings.
What is more sacred than a seed?
3
A goddess stands inthe forest.
A tree stump, curved like a women
Around her, other stumps
form a silent circle –
the guards, sisters, witnesses
The forest chose her shape,
we chose her story.
4
The cut trees became offering tables,
They held pinecones, fallen stones.
Rain soaked the wounds,
then moss arrived – followed by fungi.
What’s cut becomes cradle,
death folding gently into new life.
5
He came with thunder.
The trees shivered before he appeared.
Wrapped in black armor,
chrome bones, leather skin –
a beetle made from fuel and noise.
He left no offering.
Only the echo of rupture.
6
A window, crooked like a question.
Beneath it, red text washed out by rain.
blessing once painted for a new home.
the words faded, the story lingers.
A temple is a space
that holds what we hope for.
Like the abandoned mining cave.
Not for prayer, but for the shimmer of a future.
My temple holds nothing, but air and wishes.
1
我漫步穿過森林 看見各種形式的祠堂——
耶穌的居所、疊放的石頭， 以及風安放松果之處。
由人手、風、引力與消逝所形塑 我開始思考：
這座祠堂究竟是一場創造， 凝固在石頭裡的夢境 還是一場巧合
2
在這座森林裡， 創造一座廟宇幾乎毫不費力。
樹根下的一處中空 就足以庇護神聖之物。
松果與石頭成為供品。
有什麼比一顆種子更神聖？
3
一位女神立於森林之中。 一截樹樁，如女子般曼妙地彎曲。
在她周圍，其他樹樁 圍成一個沉默的圓圈—— 那些守衛、姐妹與見證者。
森林選擇了她的形狀， 我們選擇了她的故事。
4
被砍伐的樹木成了供桌， 它們承載著松果與落石。
雨水浸透了傷口， 接著苔蘚到來——隨後是真菌。
被砍伐的成了搖籃， 死亡溫柔地摺疊進新生。
5
他帶著雷鳴而來。 在他出現之前，樹木已在戰慄。
包裹在黑色盔甲中， 鉻製的骨骼，皮革般的皮膚—— 一隻由燃油與喧囂製成的甲蟲。
他沒有留下供品。 只留下破裂的餘音。
6
一扇窗，歪斜如一個問句。
在它之下，紅色的字跡被雨水沖刷。 那曾是為新家塗抹的祝福。
字跡已褪，故事留存。
廟宇是一個空間 容納著我們所盼望的事物。
如同那座被廢棄的礦坑。
不為祈禱，只為那道未來的微光。
我的廟宇空無一物，除了空氣與願望。
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CREDITS
Independent work
PRESENTATION
2025.06.01–22 [installation] [ritual performance] Medienfrische Festival, Tyrol, Austria