2025.02.06 - 2025.03.05 

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As night falls, this evening feels different, perhaps with an endless potential.
To halt the night, we can only strive to intervene, to slow it down…
We often hear about the end of the world , and sometimes I wonder if one of those predictions was true, as we now find ourselves in the midst of it. With awareness, I sense my own evaporation has long begun, and my mind feels increasingly light.
In this room, the exhibition shall embody darkness, the essence of night, profound and deep. Visible yet invisible.
We live in the present, in the future, and simultaneously in the past.
Maintaining this delicate balance, we glide along a steady path.
Fate is like a web.
Time and again, I find myself defeated, unable to step back into the ring, as the memories of the fight gradually fade away.
Oh, how long have I been submerged in this tank of water?
Oh, where do you intend to take me?
When the spirit wanes, I find myself listening to "Big Time" once, twice, three times...