gummi Chandelier ii in detail

gummi Chandelier ii in detail
Inside the gummi bear Chandelier Jr.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

303

303pm, I loaded the sculpture in the back seat and added more money in the meter. I saw the color of ocean behind me, had to go taste the blue. It's 303pm; found 6 pennies by the next meter I encountered, it's an abundant day.

Ocean smells like home; I let the sand filled my socks and shoes. The roaring waves reminded me of the high tide I grew up with in Taiwan. Our ocean is more naive, more friendly, like the uncle who's always drunk but always welcome strangers and adore children. The ocean on this side of the north Pacific wears high heels and make up, her brand new bikini can easily out perform stinky uncle's torn t-shirt.But I miss uncle's drunken stories, they are for everybody who walks by the ocean. Beach is our home, is where we belong. But when you visit the beach on this side of Pacific, it is blondes' home, it smells good but not open for your drunken stories. The flip flops look quite the same, but the ones here don't tolerate your shame.


I miss home, from this side of the Pacific.
Sending my finger prints home, by the white foam of the high tide, when will it reach home?

2 comments:

Unknown said...

有時候會突然想起某某年前的當下,是絕對也想不到今天的自己。
時間就這樣走著走著,走到了現在,就算給自己一個【如果……,就……】的造句,我想也是什麼都改變不了的吧!

YaYa Chou said...

結果是因為改變的是自己,不是時空景物經驗.我們是旋轉的地球,發生在身邊的事竟成了不動的軌道;地球不轉便無軌道,軌道卻定義地球的旋轉