The story is about a bamboo shoot salter from a traditional market. She is also “a self-portrait artist” whose works were collected by the National Museum of Fine Art. Her name is LIU Yi-Lan. In her story, you can see a typical image of “old-time female of Taiwan”. Liu lived in a poor life without parents when she was little. She started working in her early times, getting married when she was 18, raising up children, exploring and satisfying herself. However, this is not an inspirational story. It is a journey for unknown mystery navigated by painting herself continuously and restlessly. It is an endless struggle when she stands in front of a mirror, feels her soul haunted her flesh again and again. Her body, becomes a battlefield.
In the National Museum of Fine Art, there is a piece of female portrait. With Determined, unusual, and a sense of melancholy, her eyes stare at and follow whomever stands in front.
Muggy weather as usual in southern Taiwan, in this noisy traditional market comes the woman in the portrait. In this labor-dominated place, conversely, Liu I-Ran looks delicate, pale, and subtly withdrawn. Despite the work seems trivial, she insists wearing antique chinese accessories and gorgeous jade necklace on her. All of these burdens make her reveal alien.
“All my friends were once dead before.” She said that.
Born ill-fated, Liu was abandoned by her mother soon after the birth and lost her father when she was not yet an adolescent. Almost like a child bride, Liu was married into a traditional big family, and she lost her voice in this hierarchy-emphasized Confucianism society. After her children were born, she slipped into the wonder in literature, but also lapsed into the mental disorder. Nowadays, Liu is a self-taught painter, and awfully devoured by art dealers.
“ This is the only territory that I can have control.” During these 15 years, Liu forced herself sit still in front of a mirror, ritually performed and anatomized herself onto the canvas time and again. By self-portrait, she uncovered her deep soul that had been suppressed for a long time, that inner self that had been confined in a body named after gender and discipline. Liu keeps drawing, herself on the canvas becomes bigger and bigger, more and more.
Nevertheless, the boundary between reality and fiction is growing indistinct because the craze for art. The one on the canvas and the one in the real world combined and merged together, and she missed capturing the actual one eventually.
This is the first time, Liu decides to face her deepest fear of losing beloved parents and all the mundane affairs in front of the lens. She knew, after facing herself with stark honest, the new piece of work” My name is mother-in-law “ which has been hesitant about for a long time, will finally get a start.
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