《看雪花的鳥》江俊雅個展
開幕酒會：2026年9月17日 5-8pm
展期：2026年9月17日至10月17日
時間: 10am – 6:30pm (逢星期日休息) 
地點：Contemporary by Angela Li（香港島上環荷李活道248號）

在球體的一方，六角雪花從天降下，輕柔地落在三角屋簷上。
在球體的另一隅，灰色小鳥佇立在窗前，看著電視裡的灰色雪花。

藝術家江俊雅相隔十年舉辦個人展覽《看雪花的鳥》，展出近二十件全新的繪畫作品。生活在城市的她，有時覺得自己像一隻貓，想法偶爾帶點叛逆，卻總敵不過睡眠；有時又像一隻鴿子忙著生存，亦忙於尋找可以安心停留的地方。其中難以言喻的感受，慢慢地成為畫中的人物、動物和風景。

她在地鐵上閱讀、在進行會議時塗鴉，把偶然出現的句子和想法記錄在便條上——這些零碎的筆記累積成此次記錄日常的展覽。

她一直以故事串連作品，延續過往的創作方式，為展覽寫下了一篇導讀：

貓漫無目的地搖擺著身軀，走在黑色的線上。線條屬於一本月曆，它不屬於任何人，但亦屬於所有人。貓豎起尾巴，踏過一個又一個格子，身上的黑白斑點落在密麻的日期上。有人稱她為「斑斑」，有人喚她「芝麻」；喊她「皮蛋」的女生總會帶來最好吃的食物，同時也會輕撫她。

九月一日，學生們開學的第一天。乾癟的月曆伴隨著起皺的紙角，留下螢光筆和咖啡杯的痕跡。貓輕輕喵了一聲，在月曆的鐵圈上磨著爪子。

天氣悶熱。一隻鴿子恣意地跳上另一隻鴿子的背上，一起看著電視機上的雪花。雪花——雪花——從未嚐過雪花的牠，總是聽見人類說起這個詞。不知道雪花會不會像冰硬了的方包，又或像垃圾桶裡的珍珠奶茶般甜膩。想著想著，喙嘴就碰到玻璃，發出噠噠噠噠的聲音。

噠噠噠噠。女生的雙眼半開，但手指已經進入作戰狀態，不停敲打著鍵盤。她看著密麻的行事曆，黑色的日子比紅色的多。她嘆了口氣，拿出一副塔羅牌，閉起眼睛抽了一張。

是命運之輪。

牌上的披髮男子吃力地轉動機器的手把。風刮動起來，它吐出了一顆金黃色的球體。男子繼續旋動著手把。

窗外的風忽爾像男子的髮絲般揚起，一輛滿載學生的校車駛過，學生們的眼睛也是半開著的。好奇的鴿子還在輕敲空調。她在床上做了幾下貓牛式瑜伽動作以後，決定早餐吃牛油果，然後去看一下皮蛋。


Bird Watching Snowflakes
Kong Chun Nga Kitty solo exhibition
 
Opening Reception: 17 Sep 2026 5-8pm
Exhibition Period: 17 Sep - 17 Oct 2026
Time: 10am-6:30pm (closed on Sundays)
Venue: Contemporary by Angela Li, G/F, 248 Hollywood Road, Sheung Wan
 
In one corner of a sphere, a hexagonal snowflake falls from the sky, settling over a triangular rooftop. In another, a small slate-coloured bird stands before a window, watching grey snowflakes sizzle across a television screen.

Ten years after her last solo exhibition, Kong Chun Nga Kitty presents Bird Watching Snowflakes, bringing together nearly twenty new paintings. Living in the city, she sometimes imagines herself as a cat: her thoughts are rebellious, but often defeated by the need for sleep. At other times, she finds herself as a pigeon, occupied with the business of survival, searching for temporary places to rest. These shifting states of mind appear throughout the paintings, alongside figures, animals, landscapes, and fragments of everyday life.
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She reads on the MTR and doodles during meetings, jotting down passing sentences and thoughts on sticky notes. Over time, these fragments accumulate into an exhibition that records the rhythms of everyday life.
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Storytelling has long been part of her practice. Alongside the paintings, she has written the following story:
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The cat sways nonchalantly as she walks along a black line. The line belongs to a calendar, which belongs to no one and yet to everyone. With her tail held high, the cat steps from one square to the next, the black-and-white markings on her body falling across the densely packed dates. Some call her “Patches,” others “Sesame.” The girl who calls her “Century Egg” always brings the most delicious food and gently strokes her as she eats.
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September 1—the first day of school. The calendar, its corners creased, bears the fluorescent traces of highlighters and the rings left by coffee mugs. The cat lets out a soft meow, sharpening her claws against the calendar’s metal binding.
The air is heavy with heat. A pigeon casually hops onto another pigeon’s back. Together they watch the snow on the television screen. 

Snowflakes—snowflakes.

The pigeon has never tasted snow and has only ever heard humans speak of it. Might a snowflake be hard as a slice of bread frozen solid? Or perhaps sweet like the bubble tea spilled in a trash can?

Lost in these thoughts, its beak meets the glass.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The girl’s eyes are half-open, but her fingers are already in battle mode, striking the keyboard without pause. She studies her calendar: the black days outnumber the red. With a sigh, she takes out a deck of tarot cards, closes her eyes, and draws a single card.

The Wheel of Fortune.
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On the card, a long-haired man strains to turn the handle of a machine. The wind begins to rise, and the machine spits out a golden-yellow sphere. The man continues to turn the handle.
Outside the window, the wind suddenly lifts, just like the man’s hair. A school bus filled with students passes by; their eyes, too, are half-closed. The curious pigeon continues to tap at the air conditioner.
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After a few rounds of cat-cow stretches on the bed, the girl decides to have avocado for breakfast. 
Then she will go and see Century Egg.