One ordinary day, I inadvertently let a stack of photos slip from my hands and scattered across the floor. I tend to pick them up in hast since they don't belong there. However, upon glancing downward, I discovered the inability to interrogate them as if they were ghosts floating on the ground, returning to the definition of 'image' itself. Subsequently, I decided to bring these images into a public space. The work is silenced, and the surrounding talks for them.
The images are printed on plexiglass, adding a unique filter to the work. The material itself carries a certain thickness. When it rains, with the refraction of light, the falling raindrops turn the photos three-dimensional and become a portal to this wonderful nostalgic mystery land. As the artist introduced: "The photos dropped on the ground are no longer photos, but become the objects themselves." Here, all the little things we ignore in daily life shine quietly but proudly, showing their own grace.
