Lian Bi

It started with my inability to respond to my mom's sentimental messages.

 

Through a reflection on Chinese handknitting history,

the exploration of my roots sets off.

 

I am knitting an imaginative garment,

relieving the longing for warmth and care,

reshaping the mental space,

echoing the asymmetrical expectation between a mother and a daughter.

 

A hard-working stubborn donkey,

driven by its instinct,

endlessly chasing and searching

 

The moon gazes inescapably,

witnessing all the joy, sorrow, reunion, and departing,

hanging indifferently in the sky.

 

I hope one day,

I won't look at time anymore,

I will just hit the road, together with my donkey,

Saying hello to every flower and bug on the way.