Sunshower 晴雨

Sunshower, 2022

at Shouson Theatre, Hong Kong Arts Centre

Concept and Creation: Tang Kwok Hin

Director: Chow Wai Chuen

Dramaturg: Donald Chung Siu Hei

Assistant Director: Chan Pui Lam

Photo Courtesy of Hong Kong Arts Centre

Wanderers in the piazza move with hidden rules, just as the private collection in the stuffed locker. 

Do those with shoes on and those with shoes off from the same gang or different? 

Are they on the street, or in a room? 

On and off stage, in and out of theatre, who is the actor? 

Memory, fantasy and reality, where not a single wall can come between them.

This is a shared moment in time, bodies, space and objects are under spotlight, filled with sounds but only few people speak. 

Don’t rush. The sun is still shining on those sensitive people. 

The edge of sunlight is slowly moving. Some people are performing under the light, others, observing in the dark. 

Is the universe as ruthless as the street? As silent and suffocating?

Fireworks and rescue, devastated and vibrant. 

In the past people escaped to the mountain top to avoid disaster, now we move up and aim high. 

We know the scenery changes along the altitude. 

Further and more profound voices could be heard up on the sky,  but it is also lethal if you fall. 

Here on the battle ground, overwhelmed with debates and controversies, but those who are willing to remain human linger, indulged in the game of desire, and life and death. 

There is not a space that can restrict the production of meaning; there is not a chain that can constraint the souls to look. 

We know many have known that every exchange of looks speaks a thousand words.

廣場裡浪藉中隱含秩序，猶如填滿的儲物箱內安放的私人珍藏。

穿上鞋子跟脫掉鞋子的是兩伙還是同一伙人？

這裡是街頭，還是個房間？

舞台上下，劇場內外，誰更入戲？

記憶、幻想和現實，已經沒有一堵牆能夠徹底阻隔。

這個共渡的時間，形體、空間和物件得以強調，充斥聲音卻沒多少言語。

急不來的，太陽依樣環繞一些東西在跑照耀多情的人們。

日光的邊緣線逐漸推移。有人在光下展演；有人在暗處觀察。

宇宙和街道是無情的嗎？同樣是靜默無聲和使人窒息嗎？

煙火和救援處處一併收進眼簾，滿目瘡痍又生機勃勃。

我們在城市裡起床卻夢見森林和麋鹿。

古有登高避禍；今有登高騖遠。

我們知道在高低處可看見不同的風景。

也許高點的地方可聽見更遠更深邃的聲音，不小心絆倒卻輕易掉命。

低處煙火氣重爭論不斷，但甘於或不經意為人的從來繾綣在此，迷失或逍遙於七情六慾，生老病死。

沒有一個空間可絕對局限意義的產生；沒有一種枷鎖能真正拘束靈魂的風景。

我們知道許多人已經明白，每一次四目交投，都是千言萬語的。