Look Homeward, Angel - Lee Li-Chung Solo Exhibition

 

Artist | Lee Li-Chung

Opening Reception | 2018.11.17 (Sat.) 3:00 p.m.

Duration | 2018.11.17 – 12.16 (10:00-19:00 Closed on Mondays)

Venue | Powen Gallery

 

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Article / Aurelia Chan

 

The moving landscape on our national freeways is the collective memory of many of those who travel on these “pathways to home.” As the scenery rolls by, we tend to look out the windows of our cars, pondering on the meaning of life. The lost and powerless feelings evoked as we look for something we don't comprehend is akin to the view that flashes by, blurred and unclear.

 

Lee Li-Chung delineates the meeting point of one’s journey back home to the flight of pigeons returning to their nest; the focus is in the crossroad of these journeys. A serendipitous encounter, sharing the same scenery and journey back home, stirs up warm romantic feelings in each one of us. Like guardian angels in our midst, they also symbolize the thirst for freedom and the pursuit of personal dreams held deep in our hearts.

 

The scenery shared as the two meet is like a reflection of oneself: houses/ factories, street lights/ a lone butterfly, birds in flight/ a cross, full of conflicts and discord that occur at the crossroads of reality and idealism. A series of works called "Obscure" reorganize the fragments of life, revealing a struggle and a strong sense of loneliness in a purposeless atmosphere, where the soul is incapable of escaping from the status quo.

 

The local pigeon racing culture is a invaluable part of Lee Li-Chung’s childhood memories. He conveys a strong sense of belonging to his hometown in his portrayal of the pigeon's habit of always returning to its nest. The fierce competition in human society is a replica of pigeon racing world, where the weak becomes the prey of the strong, with suffocating cruelty.

 

Pigeons flying back to their nests remind us of the desire that we have always had since young and away from our hometown. The feeling of loneliness and nostalgia is like always on the road, so vagrant. The lights along the highway are like the twinkling stars which are guiding us home.