26 Youth
Taipei, Taiwan

 Photography, Sculpture

Wood, Wire, 26 years of Chen-Yu 

It was me. Holding a glittering heavy shell that didn’t actually belong to me. Bearing it , was tight and unbreathable, yet too pretty to take off. It was safe, not in the interpretation of mine. No one can hear, in the pink underground cave. He said it was home, it was safe. It was safe, under his eye. It was safe, good girl stayed underground, good girl would support,  this and that. I was drown, in beautiful images. It was love, silence one. I was alone in that beautiful pink shell with popcorn, watching tragic romance movie in the story of mine.


©Chen Yu Wang