2019 台北當代藝術館展覽開幕委託創作

災難中靈魂的碎片，我用身體書寫，那些看不見、說不出口、無法完整描述的，眼淚和傷痛，那些碰到了還是會痛，卻看不見的，像在霧中行走，盲茫者的腳步。我用身體書寫我們這些，靈魂的碎片，如碎石的聲音，灑落在我的窗前。我的腳步， 如一叢月夜下的細語聲，跟著那微小且柔軟的月光，迎著黑夜的雙手，森林中慢步前行。

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2019 Commissioned work by MOCA TAIPEI

 Museum of Contemporary Art Taipei

The fragments of the soul in the disaster, I write with the body, those who can't see, say no, can't describe it completely, tears and hurts, those who come across still hurt, but can't see, like walking in the fog, blind people pace. I use the body to write about us, the fragments of the soul, like the sound of gravel, spilled on my window. My footsteps, like a whisper of a moonlit night, followed the tiny, soft moonlight, facing the hands of the night, walking slowly in the forest.