Human Paradise · Lijiang

This is not superstition. It is respect for death, confirmation of life. A person's existence needs to be witnessed by others; a person's departure needs to be held by the tribe. In companionship, death transforms from terror to nature, from ending to passage.

The farewell to my father was cruel and beautiful — unlike the farewell to my mother.

For six months, the artist stopped all creative work and devoted himself entirely to caring for his dying father. At the same time, he recorded daily life in charcoal: the state of his father regressing to a three-year-old child — the details of feeding, changing diapers, assisting with bodily functions — alongside the process of building a kitchen, a bedroom, and a garden for his father with his own hands.

This is a record that cannot be called a "work." It is the most honest emotional archive.