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GayBird 梁基爵

For most people who were at GayBird’s Fragile! Human Inside performance at Tai Kwun in April 2025, it was impossible to anticipate the many twists and turns that would take place. The 70-minute performance started at the Laundry Steps, with an animation projected next to an installation that resembled a human head, constructed using cardboard boxes as building blocks and screens for eyes, with a gap left for its mouth – altogether roughly five metres in height. An anthropomorphic avian creature rambled on in the animation, steeping the audience in its conspiratorial bent:  “So these organisations aren’t aiming to take away any memory of importance, but just these minor details that are so inconspicuous,” it said. “Nobody even suspects them when something happens.” What followed was a relocation of the entire audience into JC Cube, the heritage and arts complex’s auditorium, where GayBird awaited on a podium above the seats. He views this migration as the audience’s journey into a virtual space, where he orchestrated a performance of light and sound while wearing an Apple …

GayBird

By Sarah Karacs Electronic composer turned multimedia artist Leung Kei-Chuek, aka GayBird, is in possession of two racks of vintage synthesisers, each as curious and complex as the next, and each containing its own unique functionality, its own language and a poetry of its own. His favourite is the EMS Synthi AKS, a vintage machine with colourful dials that was made in the UK in 1971, before he was born. “Because the technology is old, the electronics are not very stable,” says GayBird, describing how a sound he makes one day cannot be replicated the next. “The machine is already changed. Even if it’s on the same setting, has the same diameter and everything is the same, the sound is always changing.” GayBird’s workspace in his studio overlooking Chai Wan harbour is one of order, without frills or fuss. Barring a dark sphere placed near the opening of the apartment, the synthesisers are what draw the visitor’s eye in their vibrant, boxy strangeness, like the remnants of an old Star Trek set. He likes to …