The ice/ liquid/ trace,
And the body/ suffering/ map.
The Map Archive of photography
When death was announced, on the other side of the Earth, I recalled all the scenes related to the event: my grandfather's gradually curling body due to the pain he felt; the cough becoming the only sound in a room filled with accumulated items; the drip of the hospital IV casting dim reflections on the pale walls; in the underground parking lot connecting to the morgue, people gathered for the abrupt ending, silent, tears, and hugs.
As the ice began to melt, the squares were carved into elegance, changing their perspectives under flickering lights. The sudden blood rain gradually corroded the body, ultimately melting into liquid. When death arrives, the flesh disappears, what does the once-existed life mean?
I believe those symbolic objects - the blood rain, the dizzying lights - can carry more than just negative meanings. It's those efforts we make in our lives to explore the edges, those things that impact and change us, that give us shape. As the title suggests, after we fade away, the traces of our lives will merge into an unknown map with everything we've experienced, still existing in the oceans and lands, preserving their vitality and potential for communication in a romantic way. Perhaps the flesh will eventually perish, but the memories of loved ones and all the enduring impacts will continue in the world in a way independent of blood ties.