ERIC CHANG, ARTIST STATEMENT, CYCLE 1, 2014
Red flowers and green leaves – who is the beauty?
There are only a few autumns in a lifetime. I would rather not be alone. I visualize my days and live in it like how I imagined – a stain that spreads silence through existence.
I cannot utter enough what I’ll miss in life nor I can finish talking of love and hate. Like every journey that is long and windy, rough and smooth, it is filled with landscapes full of stars.
Every morning I gently sigh for the ever-changing moments in life – unstable as it may be, boring and exciting at times – but loving my beauty even more is what I always fall for.
Life is so obscure – coming back and forth, making our relationship like a lotus root, cut, yet its fiber remains connected. But I know what I see when I see – that even if the whole world is starting to snow, I walk right to her, and I see spring.
It's that tune of a symphony she plays that gives the air a frailness and fragility, yet splendor and happiness is fulfilled – shaping the natural odor of life.
I believe when I’m with her, I’m in my natural state of my habitat. For that, I will stay true as I have loved her and buried her when she passed away, long ago.
