Tenzin Gyurmey Dorjee的《LINGKA / PICNIC》是一場穿越時空的藝術之旅，深刻反思了藏族流亡社群的變遷與韌性。作品以西藏傳統的「Lingka」（野餐）為核心意象，這在藝術家年少時的西藏兒童村（TCV）體育日中，是個充滿節慶與團聚的神聖時刻，達賴喇嘛尊者的親臨更賦予其奧運般的精神。然而，重訪母校，Gyurmey 發現昔日喧囂的教室已人去樓空，達賴喇嘛因年事已高不再親臨，人群稀疏，建築老舊。儘管如此，學生的歡樂與活力卻絲毫未減，他們的歡呼聲更響亮，舞步更奔放，展現出不屈的精神。

展覽作品不僅是個人記憶的再現，更是對印度藏族移民社群現狀的沉思。西藏學校入學人數的下降，反映了家庭為尋求更好未來而轉向國際學校的趨勢，這導致了藏語、共同記憶與歸屬感的文化流失。TCV從來不只是一所學校，它在達賴喇嘛的指導下，作為文化保存的生命線，培養了世代藏族兒童的身份認同。作為第二代難民，Gyurmey 深感記錄這些空間的迫切性，並探討在全球流離失所、跨文化婚姻和政治不確定性中，傳統文化如何被維持、轉化或消逝。作品也細膩地捕捉了新舊世代間的張力與溫柔：長者背負流亡之痛，年輕一代則繼承了夢想與對故土的遙遠思念。

《LINGKA / PICNIC》向國際社會展示了TCV作為慈悲、韌性與文化存續教育模式的獨特性。隨著這類學校的萎縮，我們面臨著失去學習場所和鮮活文化遺產的雙重風險。藝術家希望透過這些作品，引導觀者思考：在故土僅存於記憶之時，我們選擇傳承什麼，放下什麼，以及歸屬感的真諦。

"LINGKA / PICNIC" by  Tenzin Gyurmey Dorjee,is a poignant reflection on the Tibetan diaspora, centered on the cherished memory of Tibetan Children's Village (TCV). For the artist, the annual "Lingka" (picnic) or Athletic Day at TCV was a sacred, communal celebration, often graced by His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Returning to TCV, Gyurmey found silence in once-bustling spaces, and a reduced presence of the Dalai Lama. Yet, the students' joy and energy remained undiminished—their cheers louder, their dances more vibrant.

These paintings transcend personal memory, meditating on the changing landscape of the Tibetan community in India. Declining enrollment in Tibetan schools like TCV signals a cultural shift, as families opt for international schools, risking the erosion of shared language and identity. TCV was a vital lifeline, fostering a pan-diasporic identity rooted in Tibetan history and values. As a second-generation refugee, Gyurmey urgently documents these spaces, exploring how traditions endure or fade amid displacement. "Lingka" captures the intergenerational tension and tenderness—elders bearing exile's grief, youth inheriting dreams yet distant from their homeland.

TCV stands as a unique model of education rooted in compassion and cultural survival. As such schools shrink, we risk losing not just learning centers, but vessels of living heritage. Through these works, Gyurmey prompts reflection on what we preserve, what we let go of, and what belonging truly means when homeland exists largely in memory.