Diamonds, acid rain, glitter, hail, what just dropped from the sky? Dust finds a place to lay to rest in accumulated water, after a night, it may follow the whereabouts of wind, or be sealed still. In an empty park, observing stardust which makes its entrance at 6:30, right on time, as if it was promised. The light from faraway gazes into my eyes, is it casting judgment or protection? The mud is sparking. Sprinkle some gold powder on a wound, I do not see why not.

Join us at the Opening Reception with the Artist this Saturday, 18 Feb, 3pm-7pm

Gallery address: Unit A2, 14/F, Vita Tower, 29 Wong Chuk Hang