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Finding Flow: A Love Letter to Water in All Its Forms
I like water, from the vast ocean to the still reed ponds, including the creek in front of me. For example, in the mountains in summer, if there is a stream nearby that makes the sound of splashing water and endless gurgling water, I will definitely trace the sound to find it and see this recluse with my own eyes. Get acquainted with the “son of the mountain” who lives deep in the mountains but is very talkative. Those rapid mountain streams are often particularly beautiful, passing through towering firs and over steep rocks, making a brisk and loud sound of flowing water. If you encounter a cliff,…
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The Blue Sky: A Silent Companion Through Life’s Journey
In the early morn, strolling amidst the rice fields, I invariably encounter the azure heavens. The slumbering clouds have yet to awaken, leaving the sky pristine and translucent. A gentle zephyr caresses, while the sapphire hue of cornflowers extends to the summits of verdant mountains. On occasion, early clouds laboriously traverse the mountain’s far side, their corpulent forms struggling to ascend. At this juncture, long-forgotten memories, veiled in dust, emerge silently. My grandmother, in days of yore, delighted in our moments together atop the rooftop, gazing at the cerulean expanse, and engaging in profound discourse. Though advanced in years, my grandmother may not fully comprehend my tribulations, yet she refrains…
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The Squirrel in My Life: A Story of Affection and Survival
It was approaching lunch time, and I was peeling apples by the sink under the north window of the kitchen. Alongside the kitchen window is a small balcony facing north. Beside the balcony is a tall Du Ying tree. Suddenly, a gray lightning flashed across the window. Suddenly, the lightning swept into the Duying tree like a whirlwind and turned into a rustling sound. I knew it was that guy coming. It always first leaps from the eaves somewhere outside the window into the dense shade of the Duying tree to hide in order to detect the situation at the scene. This so-called “site” is where I feed it every…
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A Dialogue with Nature: How Iceland has Inspired Roni Horn’s Multifaceted Exploration of Identity, Perception and Place Over Four Decades
Ronnie Horn: Born in New York, USA in 1955, now works and lives in New York and Reykjavik. In 1978, he received a master’s degree in fine arts from Yale University. In his artistic career spanning more than forty years, he has explored themes such as nature and human beings, gender, identity, and the relationship between subject and object through paintings, photography, installations, sculptures, and literary works. Be forewarned that this is not a serious academic retrospective. At the dialogue before the opening on June 7, the protagonist Roni Horn (Roni Horn) with a white cropped head and a black suit sat on the far right, opening his mouth, which…
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The Cycle of the Seasons: A Reflection on Nature, Life and Death
Many times, we have forgotten the land, the place covered by cement has almost become a screen between us and the earth. The ground on which I stand is covered with thick cement, bricks or slates. In the city, my feet barely touch the dirt. But there is no lack of filth and smoke in the city. In the early winter, the sky gradually lost its moisture, and the blue color seemed to be sucked away by the dust and haze, turning into a death-like gray. I saw the shadow of the day on the pigeon’s feathers, and the dust had infiltrated its black pupils into a cataract-like turbidity. Pigeons…
