和你, 在一起 (With you, together)
This project is dedicated to my grandparents.
Time washes away like a tide, before I knew it 奶奶 had lost her teeth and 爷爷 lost his belly. When I was younger, I clung onto these folks and looked at them as replacements of my parents because they were always working, and I was left in their delicate care. My grandma would pick me up from school and oftentimes the kids would mistake her as my mother. I have thought about my own mortality for some time and everyday, without fail, I give it a long thought. As I grew older and started to see outside of myself, I started to think about the mortality of those around me, how human they were, just like me. It never had occurred to me as a child that they had stories of their own, had experienced a life probably not so different from mine in terms of feelings and emotions– while memories are undoubtedly different.
However I think the common denominator between us are the memories we have containing one another, all the glistening moments of joy and the ugly ones as well. Memory can be so warped according to one's perception, however love goes deeper than that, as it transcends through all the rough patches. Entering teenhood and early adulthood I began to understand more of the rough patches, and thus gaining a better understanding of them as the people they have become and as a result, strengthened the bond– much like gorilla glue. These lives are fragile, and I hope to hold onto these memories for as long as my body and mind allows, one day perhaps even passing it down. I am lucky to be an artist because it allows me to hold in a way that others cannot.
Sight is a beautiful gift, I feel lucky and alive when I see their faces, even if it is in memory.
However I think the common denominator between us are the memories we have containing one another, all the glistening moments of joy and the ugly ones as well. Memory can be so warped according to one's perception, however love goes deeper than that, as it transcends through all the rough patches. Entering teenhood and early adulthood I began to understand more of the rough patches, and thus gaining a better understanding of them as the people they have become and as a result, strengthened the bond– much like gorilla glue. These lives are fragile, and I hope to hold onto these memories for as long as my body and mind allows, one day perhaps even passing it down. I am lucky to be an artist because it allows me to hold in a way that others cannot.
Sight is a beautiful gift, I feel lucky and alive when I see their faces, even if it is in memory.