A place in memory
(The subject of this work consist of ten pinhole images inspired by a poem by Li Po, which opens a space for remembrance)
"The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains"
Within my inner landscape, birds move like recurrent thoughts inside my mind. Just like birds, these thoughts rise so high that they become a blur.
Clouds become obstructing objects which limit the pristine mind-sky’s perception.
With the clouds, the birds get lost in the vast emptiness.
The mountain is permanent. It is rooted to the earth while it reaches toward the sky. Observing the mountain in its profound stillness, we can recognize our true self, our eternal self.
I let myself go and transcend, until only the mountain remains.