繁华入梦 · 岁序如歌
Many forms, one temperament. Objects made for the hand, editions made for the screen; form moving between them — each held to the same line, the same restraint.
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The carving is not ours. It was taught, and before that it was taught again. What we add is only the last sanding.
A kshana is the smallest unit of time the old texts named — about the length of a shutter. Everything we photograph has already gone.
The moon keeps nothing. The wood does not either. What lasts is the habit of looking up.
We work in a room with one north-facing window. The light is flat until four, then it turns gold for about twenty minutes. Most of the work gets its final sanding in that window.
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