When I was about to go out in a rush, I was astonished by a withered rose in the vase. It was still in full bloom yesterday, how come it suddenly withers and falls? I slowed down my pace and wondered…
Isn’t our life as magnificent as the rose? It lasts for a few decades but slips away like the cloud. Our life is full of joy and sadness. We have been pursuing personal fame and wealth. We have a lot to love, to hate and to cherish… and finally they all pass away with us, earth to earth, dust to dust. So why don’t we value each moment to make our life easier and happier?
This rose is made of porcelain. Sculpturing on its petals are different facial expressions: pleasure, anger, sorrow and joy. Through this work, I try to reflect what we are experiencing in our life, which will ultimately wither, fall and pass away like the petals.