Life is a Kind of Stream of Consciousness that Dreams Make
梦织浮生
Life, unfolds like a stream of consciousness carved by dreams—ungraspable, fluid, and endlessly looping. Our consciousness is not a single, unified surface but a palimpsest of shifting layers: memory, longing, fear, joy—each one casting shadows onto the next. The boundaries between the real and the imagined are never clear. A dream can feel more vivid than a morning; a fleeting emotion can reshape the meaning of a moment. What we call “reality” is not fixed—it’s a construct, unique to each of us, formed through the prism of our own lived experience. No two people inhabit the same world, even if they walk side by side. We are constantly weaving in and out of each other’s realities—sometimes colliding, sometimes dissolving—our inner worlds brushing against one another like whispers in a darkened room. In that space, between what is mine and what is yours, the true poetry of being begins.
生命，如梦所雕刻的意识之流缓缓展开——难以捉摸，柔软流动，无尽轮回。我们的意识并非一块平整统一的画布，而是由层层叠叠的记忆、渴望、恐惧与喜悦交织而成的肌理。每一层情感的波动，都会在下一层投下微妙的影子。现实与想象的边界，从未真正清晰。一场梦，或许比清晨更真实；一个短暂的情绪，足以改变整个时刻的意义。
所谓“现实”，其实并非恒定，它是我们每个人通过自身经验折射出的独特构造。即使彼此并肩而行，也无人真正生活在同一个世界中。我们不停地游走在他人的现实与幻想之间——有时交汇碰撞，有时悄然溶解。内在的世界彼此擦肩而过，如黑暗中轻轻低语的声音。而就在这“我”与“你”之间的缝隙里，存在最本质的诗意悄然萌生。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
76.2cm x 76.2cm
2025
梦织浮生
Life, unfolds like a stream of consciousness carved by dreams—ungraspable, fluid, and endlessly looping. Our consciousness is not a single, unified surface but a palimpsest of shifting layers: memory, longing, fear, joy—each one casting shadows onto the next. The boundaries between the real and the imagined are never clear. A dream can feel more vivid than a morning; a fleeting emotion can reshape the meaning of a moment. What we call “reality” is not fixed—it’s a construct, unique to each of us, formed through the prism of our own lived experience. No two people inhabit the same world, even if they walk side by side. We are constantly weaving in and out of each other’s realities—sometimes colliding, sometimes dissolving—our inner worlds brushing against one another like whispers in a darkened room. In that space, between what is mine and what is yours, the true poetry of being begins.
生命，如梦所雕刻的意识之流缓缓展开——难以捉摸，柔软流动，无尽轮回。我们的意识并非一块平整统一的画布，而是由层层叠叠的记忆、渴望、恐惧与喜悦交织而成的肌理。每一层情感的波动，都会在下一层投下微妙的影子。现实与想象的边界，从未真正清晰。一场梦，或许比清晨更真实；一个短暂的情绪，足以改变整个时刻的意义。
所谓“现实”，其实并非恒定，它是我们每个人通过自身经验折射出的独特构造。即使彼此并肩而行，也无人真正生活在同一个世界中。我们不停地游走在他人的现实与幻想之间——有时交汇碰撞，有时悄然溶解。内在的世界彼此擦肩而过，如黑暗中轻轻低语的声音。而就在这“我”与“你”之间的缝隙里，存在最本质的诗意悄然萌生。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
76.2cm x 76.2cm
2025
