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2022 Shigaraki, Japan
When I was about ten, I fell into a lake where my family brought me there a lot. Weirdly I saw a beautiful female fish smiling at me, in the lake, its blue green color was fascinating that filled me with awe. Just in few seconds my dad saved me right away. This memory from time to time appears and I somehow in the deep of myself I feel nature gave birth to me for the second time.
These little pit fired pieces are the “egg of life”. I take the form of a sphere as the symbol of life. Clay and soil is a direct material from the nature, and because ‘through fire, nature is reborn whole’; putting these ‘lives’ into the water is a hermeneutics circling praxis; the pandemic situation for the past two years, the fragility of life feeling so close, this strong feeling of all lives are equal make me more humbler. I see the nature mirror to the reality world, and therefore when facing lost, fear, frustration these struggling emotions, somehow I learn to be like the pond, to embrace those emotions no matter from outer or inner, or be like the tall pine tree, weaving with the wind and yet to stand still, or be like the land that digest in silent slowly of those fallen lives.