When the whispers of the earth climb up the warp and weft of the silk, the leaf veins and petals awaken in the square inches. We use our fingertips to pick up the topography of time - the remnants of petals kissed off by the wind, the withered branches drenched in the morning dew, all regain their breath on the silk threads. This is a secret letter from plants to human beings, using the topography of shadows, dyed colors, and interlaced lines to quench the fleeting withering into frozen time.
当大地的私语攀上丝绸的经纬，叶脉与花瓣便在方寸间苏醒。我们以指尖采撷时光的拓片——那些被风吻落的残瓣、被晨露浸透的枯枝，都在丝线上重获呼吸。这是植物写给人类的密信，用拓印的影、晕染的色、交错的纹，将转瞬的凋零淬炼成凝滞的时光。
Chronoflora
Whisper of Autumn Trails
Frostbound Nocturne
Chattering Autumn Path
scale : 70cm x 70cm
material : silks