計劃名稱：「發生過」
一、關於本計劃
本計劃是以臨時的／暫時的合作為製作基調。計劃內容為藝術家在本展覽前找來些到過油街和北角的朋友和臨時演員一起在附近製造不同事件並以文字、相片及錄像去紀錄種種體驗。希望藉著這些短暫的相遇和交流表達藝術家對「共同協作」和「自主組織」等字眼所產生之積極姿態保持距離。
二、自述
對油街藝術村之記憶和認識，是中學同學帶我閒逛時發現的其中一個城市裡怪模怪樣空間，還有那裡是我初接觸以為是很新奇的媒介 ﹣錄像 ﹣的地方，好幾個周末曾在那裡的Z＋玩過DV。
後來唸藝術時知道她消失了，在圖書館借來又一山人的一本攝影集叫油街結業，內裡照片拍得太美，淒涼得有點造作。直至七年前乘同事車往北角，泊車的時候才親身見證其消失－大樓丟空空地化身為停車場，抬頭看見曾有藝術家游繩在其外牆寫的大字給風塵洗刷模糊，文獻記載好像是在寫歡迎地產商進駐去諷刺藝術村迫遷。當時我才覺得一切關於油街藝術村的紀錄很珍貴卻也卻買少見少，而我早錯過哀悼她的時刻。
一、關於本計劃
本計劃是以臨時的／暫時的合作為製作基調。計劃內容為藝術家在本展覽前找來些到過油街和北角的朋友和臨時演員一起在附近製造不同事件並以文字、相片及錄像去紀錄種種體驗。希望藉著這些短暫的相遇和交流表達藝術家對「共同協作」和「自主組織」等字眼所產生之積極姿態保持距離。
二、自述
對油街藝術村之記憶和認識，是中學同學帶我閒逛時發現的其中一個城市裡怪模怪樣空間，還有那裡是我初接觸以為是很新奇的媒介 ﹣錄像 ﹣的地方，好幾個周末曾在那裡的Z＋玩過DV。
後來唸藝術時知道她消失了，在圖書館借來又一山人的一本攝影集叫油街結業，內裡照片拍得太美，淒涼得有點造作。直至七年前乘同事車往北角，泊車的時候才親身見證其消失－大樓丟空空地化身為停車場，抬頭看見曾有藝術家游繩在其外牆寫的大字給風塵洗刷模糊，文獻記載好像是在寫歡迎地產商進駐去諷刺藝術村迫遷。當時我才覺得一切關於油街藝術村的紀錄很珍貴卻也卻買少見少，而我早錯過哀悼她的時刻。
Name of the Project: It Happened
1. About the Project
The tone of this project is based on temporary co-creations. We gathered friends that had been to Oil Street and North Point to create different events in the nearby area before this exhibition together with extras, and documented various experiences by writings, photos and videos. By the temporary encounters and short communications, we hope to keep ourselves distant as artists with positivity generated from terms like“Co-creation” and “Self-organization”.
2. About Us
From what I can recall about Oil Street Artist Village, It was one of those bizarre urban space that I discovered when I was hanging out with my secondary school classmates. It was the place where I first learnt about a new media – video – and spent a few good weekends learning DV at Z+ there.
After learning that the space had vanished when I started my studies in art, I went to the library and borrowed a Stanley Wong’s photography book called Oil Street Shut Down of which the photographs were so beautiful that the misery was seemingly over the top. As I took a ride with a colleague 7 years later, I finally realized in person that it’s gone. The building is left vacant while the land outside has been turned to a car pack. If you look up, you will see blurry old slogans on the façade, written by artists who climbed outside the artist, were washed out by time. The documentations look like that they were welcoming the developers to get in, while being sarcastic about the forced move out of the artist village. By then, I realized that all documentations about Oil Street Artist Village were valuable and rare, and my mourning comes too late.
