Sea facies

Life is just a series of isolated moments. Relying on memories and fantasies, many meanings emerge, then disappear, and then emerge again.

— Proust

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The memory of the sea, returning to the beach of my childhood hometown, the sea is presented in front of my eyes with a different appearance, the memory is like a surge, and gradually disappears, "the sea" in the childhood memory has a happy time, but also has fear, these Sometimes I can’t tell whether the memory is a dream or a real thing. I try to look back to make my childhood reappear. Facing the sea, sometimes I am immersed in the lost and recovered time, sometimes lamenting that time has passed and my childhood can’t be reproduced. What makes up for is not the elapsed time, the past time, not here or there, but the truth of it.

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A memory of the sea. Return to the beach of my hometown, The sea is presented to me in different looks. The memories like the waves pouring into my mind then gradually disappear.

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Revisiting the beaches of my early home countryside, memory surges and declines. Sea brought both joys and fears. Sometimes not sure if those did happen before. Revisiting childhood, mingling with the immersion of the resurrecting representations and the sighing of the vanished time. All the efforts fail, the only redemption is probably the truth.

P80, 36x27cm, 2019

Edition: 10
Photography manual book

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