This series of works tells the story of my grandmother, who struggled with hemiplegia in her early years and Alzheimer's disease in her later years, eventually transforming into a vibrant walnut tree. Perhaps death is not the end of life, but rather another way of existing through the river of time.
Through this series, I have explored my love, regrets, and memories of my grandmother. I try to break down the border between life and death, existence and memories. This bridge between life and death brings solace and revelation to the living, passing on love and memory to eternity.
The medium of ink transfer presents the blurring and fragmentation of my memories of my grandmother as time passes. She seems to fade into the world, like water into the sea. I hope to turn these fragments into an eternal existence through these paintings.
In the work, viewers can feel the fragility and resilience of life, as well as the power of love across time and space. The memory of the grandmother fades as if she is drifting away with the passage of time. The walnut tree, however, symbolizes eternity, liberating the soul's existence from finite time. This visual expression evokes a reflection on the cycle of life and death, and the significance of the metamorphosis of ways of being over time. Death is not the end, but another way for the soul to transcend time and enter eternity.
