An relationship, not that of a master and a collection, nor that of a viewer and a landscape, but rather an eternal dialogue between two (or more) independent beings, acknowledging the essential and irreducible mystery of each other, in the reflection of solitude.

Like when we gaze upon “the flowers of the landscape”, we are essentially gazing at a state that is “not dead”. Dried flowers, artificial plants , Do human actions in the name of “preserving beauty” constitute ecological violence?

How does the “vitality” of materials resist the “visualization” of the landscape society?

When nature are transformed into commodities, decorations, and landscapes, how is the meaning  of life dissolved?(The process of consuming nature)

A profound anxiety of modernity: we yearn to connect with nature, with time, with the essence of life, yet the very methods we employ—preservation, commodification, and the creation of spectacles—may fundamentally undermine these connections, leading to a deeper alienation.We long to grasp everything, including time, death and memory. Behind this desire lies the fear of nothingness and the confirmation of existence.

We attempt to compress the flowing life into a static landscape, and simplify the complex reality into manageable symbols.