Memories reassemble into dreams inside our brains. Caterpillars metamorphosise into butterflies in the chrysalis.

I have a habit of recording dreams. Whenever I wake up, I can’t recall all the plots and details even if I try hard to remember. Through the delicate and fragile qualities of porcelain, I metamorphosise these dreams in the form of butterflies. The moment I open my eyes, they have already broken through the chrysalis and flown away. All I can catch is merely a few butterflies and fragments.

 

現實的記憶在腦中分解重組成夢毛蟲在蛹中分解重生成蝶

我有記錄夢境的習慣每當清醒的一剎那即使再努力回憶也捉不著所有情節事物透過瓷泥細膩易碎的特質我把一個個虛幻的夢境比喻成脆弱的蝴蝶張開眼的一刻它們已經飛走了我只留得下幾隻落單的蝶和一點點碎片

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