Yuan Zhuang

Over the past few years, I've tried to categorize, explore and examine and grasp my intangible nature through a series of sculptures and performances. It's too early to say whether I've succeeded or not, but it's a good time to take stock of this stage of exploration.

Like, after 20 years of moving forward without looking back. Suddenly discovered, there are a bunch of little bread crumbs behind.

They are not easy to see. Some of them have rotted away. Some were eaten by birds. But there was still some left on the road, and the crumbs became a trail that could be traced back. Connect past experiences to the present.

In addition to my research on my own perception, I wrote some poems. I'm going to use my

naive, impulsive response. Create simple sentences that act as triggers for my entire point. To

expand on the small, long-lived ideas that lurk in the deep ocean of my mind. I hope to get back

Not just with fantastic nostalgic ideas to tell the story, this can be done through the

to my sea. Description of my faded memories. It was to see if the small components that now occupy my thoughts were in the little ditches that I had accumulated as a child.

Moreover, I felt a constant loneliness, an intermittent attempt, again and again. I found something in common with a group. But in the end it was different. So I hope someone can join me in my deep sea

I was thinking, start looking before you lose it. Is the best way to prevent loss