YuHsin Wu
Yet,
“How can you draw on that crumpled paper?”
Has anyone guaranteed that life will be so smooth so that you can easily glide through it?
Yet,
Is a period after devoting deep plowing efforts, and just before reaching your destination.
Have you ever been denied by family, friends, or society?
Even reaching to the point where you are the one rejecting yourself.
Abandoned, crushed and fragmented in the corner.
I retrieve the ravaged part of it, and reconstruct with the tenderness.
In every square millimeter, I fill in a circle.
Crawling, filling, and organizing on undulating and tortuous paper.
Creating a sense of vulnerability that shows the strength of new opportunity.
Its in the end that constitutes a form of completion/ perfection.
未盡，
「你怎麼能在那曲折起伏的紙張上畫圖？」
在我們出生的那一刻，是否有人保證過我們的人生將會平順無跌蕩？
未盡,
是一段經過深耕後的努力，而在抵達目標之前的階段。
曾經多少次，你否決過自己？
掙扎、唾棄、不接受。遺棄，扔到角落。
曾經多少次，被家人、朋友、社會拒絕？
甚至，拋棄自己的，是自己。
把恥感，包覆搓揉丟棄到角落。
我將這個被蹂躪的部分，撿回來，重新在結構上溫柔構造。
在每一平方公釐格子裡，我添上圓。
在起伏曲折的紙張上爬行，填補、組織。
直至最後，構成一種形式上的圓滿。