Time remembers,
the tapes and papers which covered with dust, and
the traces that workers wanted to clean the walls.
Time also remembers,
The dirty water mark which stained the feet of the walls.
A public wall resembles a tree,
It stands there and experiences seasonal change,
It stands there and experiences social change, and acts of human.
Time helps to save layers of marks, experiences by the wall.
And I try to use clay,
Making use of its power to imprint,
to save a fragment of memory in our time.
Gallery address: G/F 13A Prince’s Terrace, Central (Mid-levels escalator: get off once past Caine Road. From Soho, 5 minutes walk uphill.）
I write about every exhibition I went to, and I go to almost every exhibition there is in Hong Kong. I shoot and edit my own photos for this blog.
I enjoy visiting artists and seeing their studios. I show them the way I see them, hopefully revealing something interesting.
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