我以自身落髮為經緯，拼湊手邊的物件搭建紡織機。這個鳥巢般的裝置，映照著我的狀態。我在美國生活了十年，如今重回台灣，身份與記憶無法輕易整合。我本來認為，一面以自身頭髮織成的國旗充分體現了我對身份的種種問題。然而在編織的同時，我深刻地感受到，身份更像這座紡織機，是一種處於未完成的提案，難以收束在單一敘事裡。
I’ve been weaving this flag with my own hair for some time now. It’s an ongoing act of construction, as precarious as the makeshift loom I built from materials around me—an old clothes rack from my parents’ house, cardboard from online deliveries, wood scraps from my studio, a forked branch found on a Taiwanese beach, a steel tube borrowed from my mother-in-law’s closet. A plastic bucket weighed down with concrete keeps the loom upright, while a bottle of silicone I brought back from New York helps hold the piece in position.In many ways, this nest-like contraption reflects the state of my own identity, suspended between places, gleaning bits and pieces from different corners of my life.In weaving these strands together, I’m learning that identity, like the loom itself, is always provisional.
