AI Translated (for reference only):
I wanted to write something. But I wasn’t sure what I could write.
What exactly is a post-show review?
Is it only ever about offering an opinion?
What is a post-show reflection meant to do?
— To pour out overflowing, personal sensations and sentiments.
— To dialogue and collide through a spectator’s gaze.
— To narrate or tell stories of the performance or experience.
— Or less commonly but still possible: to record/ analyse / evaluate the work or production. And so forth.
Yes, perhaps that’s it. Or is it?
After watching #FragmentOfTuah, my thoughts and emotions are still swaying — scattered, fragmented.
I cannot sketch or shape them into anything concrete.
It’s like trying to catch the moon from water, while the real moon still hangs above, watching my confusion.
The post-show phenomenon #FragmentOfTuah left on me:
• Stalling at the parking lot, wanting to just sit under the moonlight, listening to the wind and the whispers of leaves…
• My body felt grounded, energy stilled, my mind crisp & clear like crystalline…
• On the way home, only two voices fought for my attention:
→ Stay up all night and write this down before the feeling slips away, do not ruin!
→ Do not ruin the hard-earned habit of sleeping at 11pm, don’t!
• A need to be held. Just held…
• My mind and my body lost sync, like — standing still for minutes, hand on the closet door handle; lingering at the bathroom threshold with no next move…
• Every action became s o i n c r e d i b l y s l o w…
• Felt kind of pain, yet so peaceful…
Perhaps these are the worst post-show notes ever written.
Or perhaps, it’s also the most embodied one.
If I truly want to capture what I felt, shouldn’t these bodily states and post-show symptoms also count as valid measurements?
How then do I retell my experience without flattening this brilliant show’s texture?
I’m at a loss over how to process these sensations, but I know there’s no such thing as a manual for watching.
A good show is bitter. That’s my conclusion.
Comedy is rotted in tragedy. Great art is forged in hardship. Art is the remedy for a suffering soul.
And that is why humanity needs art. #ArtsIsEssential, unquestionably.
Was it the show that was full, or was I the one already filled?
Maybe I need to #Pivot and dance, to find the answer.
Looking back~~
This entire team felt like magicians, helping us the audience to re-construct emotion to we hold history and sit with powerlessness. I never imagined such weighty subject matter could be treated with such poetry. How vast their perspective must be, what kind of generosity of spirit does it take to soften a narrative so dense, so raw, with such gentleness and lightness? My deep admiration goes to all those involved in the crafting, designing, coordinating, directing, performing, conceptualizing, and composing. To those who shaped the visual, musical, sonic, textual, spatial, and conceptual language of this piece — I thank you. This work, which began as a documentary project, is not just the artistic exploration of an individual or a team, but a field of inquiry for all who share this national identity. Under the director’s meticulous hand, we too became pilgrims in the long river of history. And every question we dared to ask became a badge of patriotic love. And the most breathtaking moment was when all the force, texture, layers and essence of the show converged at the very end — the final note fell, silence blanketed the space — and then came through speaker a soft, almost imperceptible… sigh. Whether it was accidental or intentional no longer mattered. It became the truest reflection of my stirred soul, and the consonance I needed most in that moment.
My soul resonated with it, right then and there.
<Fragment of Tuah> 30.08.2025 (Sat) 8.30pm @ KLPAC
Related :-
> Review on “Fragment of Tuah” video essay — [陌生的英雄。舞蹈与传说]
> -Pivot- — [《危机时刻的艺术、文化、悲恸与遗失》之观后感触]
> -Pilgrimage- — [朝圣人类舞蹈之旅]
