I wish dying could be more like this. 但愿死像这样。

Like a virgin trying to imagine sex. As a person who has never died, this is my fantasy of death. In the past year, I lost two family members. Watching them go reminded me of how ineffable this event is. The concept, the feeling, the final goodbye, and yet there is a strange sense that the person is still in the room, even after the machines stop beeping. You realize the body is not your loved one. Where did they go? And what did I love? The inaccessibility of their being as they slipped beyond reach, left me helpless. As a farewell gift and as a part of my deepest wish, I gathered the imagination to press upon this hermetically sealed, private event. I painted it as something that might—hopefully—be nice enough to endure. The exhibition includes six works exploring themes of death, memory, and transcendence, drawing from Chinese mythology, childhood memories, and philosophical reflections on mortality.