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Decay Bowl Series [Ceramic]
Referent [Mixed Media / Zine]
The materiality of text has changed me as a writer forever. The world created paper to carry story and memory, ritual and future. I guess in some way paper and I share this in common: how we were both built for language.
Ironically, as a writer I’ve always identified with my hands. The usual wrist pains and writer’s bump and hand cramps. But it was through ceramics and paper and book arts that I really came to befriend them.
Pulled sheets of paper for hours last weekend and remembered that my exploration of art has always been about history, function and self.
at night, it could be said that the poetry of city light throughout the world is the same.
I have been thinking of you against the flow of time, wishing I could have told you more often: beautiful soul, brave, strong, vulnerable and hopeful, I have always loved the colour of your heart. But you already know. I hope peace is a mighty river where you are. I hope the good things of this life are flowering in your hands. I hope you are whole and loved and full. Till we meet again, my love. Till then, be well.
I miss the heat and the sound of the rain.
從小在意別人眼光的我，從小嚮往自由的我，一日一日走過了。 依然在意，卻更多了灑脫。 想用龐大的勇氣擁抱世界與世界裡的自己。 想用遼闊的善良接受世界與世界裡的自己。
I feel caught between cities, my heart stretched so wide. how to live a life that can fill in the gaps?
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