Fine Art
human body, air, fabric, paper, paint
performance by 尹晨 Chen Yin
Within a breath of life, we humans find hopes and indulge destructions. Still, we stagger forward, with all those past nightmares and wailings to be forgotten and to happen again:
watch straws powdered with golden dust
all yesterday decays flipped
another round
still sacred
still innocent and beloved
on the lacerated back
flaming
with wings of longing and prolonged jolt
days coming devouring remains of the past
as dazzling
as radiant
an unknown dismal path
