I used to be a athelete, now I am not; I used to dislike the colour red, now I am not; my mother used to be young and beautiful, now she is not.
The wearables are incredibly heavy, proving those memories are not vain, they have weights not only psychlogically but also physically.
The Unbearable Weight of Memories,
I Cannot Let Go 记忆之重,不忍割舍
With the passage of time.
Body and Objects shape
each other, change each other. It’s
history embodied inside, intangible. To make
new objects is to burying old
memories, your painful love and sorrow.
The truth is - we must let go in order to move on with life.
It is - A ceremony A celebration A metamorphosis Towards a New Beginning
Plaster, Glass, Scarf My Mother Wove for Me Plaster, Glass, Scarf My Mother Wove for Me Plaster, Glass, Scarf My Mother Wove for Me Plaster, Glass
The Weight of Memories, Now, Outside of My Body 记忆之重,现在已成身外之物