The winter in London arrives earlier and lasts longer than I had imagined. The darkness at 4pm is perfect for enclosing oneself, and the moment when the senses are infinitely magnified makes one fall into a silent breakdown.The cold outside freezes time, and even the sunshine sneaking in through the window cannot bring warmth.
This work is heavily symbolic scenes interspersed——the sunlit windows, burning candles, seemingly stable triangles, staring or avoiding eyes. It is the condensation of life experience or expectation, the inheritance and reconstruction of memory, and the external expression of emotion. It is also an outgrowth of personal thought, observing society from individual experience, thinking beneath the surface of this well-ordered society regarding the pain of distant others, to hear the cries far away.
