How do we all use memory to restore the person we are most familiar with? The connected scenes and details are like an endless carpet being woven, tightly wrapping my memories of my grandparents.










Lucid Dreams
2023
The radio I used to listen to the piano music now belongs to my grandfather  to listen to FM radio

















Grandpa likes to read books and newspapers in the kitchen, so the reading glasses are always placed on top of the microwave. Fried peanuts are also a regular dish on our table. Grandpa always eats peanuts while drinking some wine made by himself, and talks about the past with us.









The sofa at home is always covered with a protective fabric, and the elderly at home are often busy tidying it up, fearing that the puppies at home will make too much mess.













Grandpa felt that gray hair would make him look uninspired, so he often asked his mother to help him dye his hair black.











                 



In Buddhism, there is a word called 缘起性空, which translates as Emptiness in nature because of the conditioned. The composition of things and relationships is karma, the nature of which is empty, but their reality does not lie in the material composition. This group of images aims to explore where the reality of the concept of family and home is through portraits and still lifes.














In the afternoon and evening, grandma would always lean on the sofa and fall asleep unconsciously.



At the same time, this is also the first time I have manually shot and developed 35mm black and white film. The beauty of film for me is the unpredictability of the result, and the rough processing that adds a sense of clumsiness to the image itself.














In Buddhism, life is like a dream, like an illusion or a shadow. This sense of solemnity and dreaminess became in conflict at this moment. It is said that the memory of the fish is only seven seconds, and the air bubbles expelled from its mouth rise to the surface of the water and then burst. I confirm reality by touching what I think is actually there, but everything in the dream seems to have a substance too. As we grow older, will we suddenly wake up for a moment and find that everything in the past is just a lucid dream?