Is the world disintegrating and melting? I try
to capture the moments of communication between human beings and nature. Life
is tranquil at times. I pick up fragments, such as people fishing in polluted air
in my hometown outside of Wuhan, China. But often, life seems as if something
is lurking, something is about to happen. The doors found in images seem like
access to other spaces, rather than what is really inside. Do we eventually
turn into dust, or something smaller than dust?