Father said, “Let the heart travel”.

Variable dimensions

2024

pencil on tracing paper, silver wire, case, wood

When I was a child, my father often traveled to Weifang for business trips. Each time, he would bring back clothes, snacks, or colorful kites. The image of the kite is deeply imprinted in my memory—leaving the familiar earth to rise into the void, carried by the currents of wind as if entering the flow of destiny. Yet it remains tethered to the ground by a single, delicate thread, a quiet persistence that, to me, symbolizes the ascent of consciousness.  

The kite’s form evolves within the map of my stars, and within its frame, something unfolds—blooming closer to where the stars reside.