黄桷兰
2024
Cotton, steel wire, wax thread
2025
The flowers are memories trapped in time, and the red coral is a poem I write to my hometown. Memory is like poetry. The blank spaces within it are the sobs of homesickness, and also the places where emotions can settle and grow. This yearning for home clings to me like rust, corroding gently, until every thought of it brings back the scent of damp air from my hometown.