A Blooming Farewell

Kite and shuttlecock are both our childhood playmates, but they have two different mindsets: the shuttlecock is controllable, it rises, but at the same time it falls, and we decide how it bounces back. This is a playful behavior, where we narrow down the uncontrollable 'flight' to a controllable range and hope it doesn't fall behind; Kites are uncontrollable and there is always a risk of detachment, but perhaps you still want to know how high they can fly. People watch kites, and through this gaze, they convey a vision of self-awareness - a hidden individual idealism in collective life.

 

The image of kites flying in the sky when I was a child is deeply imprinted in my mind. It is like countless threads projecting the idealism of flying, a collective rise of consciousness. This is so gentle. I think our consciousness needs a sharp endurance, struggle or slow blooming of accumulated strength, to ascend to the abyss like heights.

 

I borrowed the energy of the sun and cast a cross bow belonging to free will, which also resembles the shape of a kite. Fallen hair is a trace of the once chaotic mind, it will not turn back or look down.