Chao, De-lun

Shower and name. Destruction and reconstruction. Over and over. Again and again. This is my body and within my self. Long lays the nature. Nature.

People live. Fractions of life continue to happen every single second. Kinds of relationship embody the individuals' hearts.

An interview went on. We tried to figure out the film we worked together. Simple but complex. Time is such an interesting thing.

Me and my sister. I don't think an answer is needed but the endless feeling spreading.

There’s a sense of being hollowed out slowly and deeply, as if everything is happening all over again, yet it exists only within the images. The life within the images keeps rolling and reminding me that I no longer possess that time — that good time has already slipped away.

What I see on the hill

Restless hearts and a thin long river about love and hate

Restless hearts and a thin long river about love and hate

Shower and name. Destruction and reconstruction. Over and over. Again and again. This is my body and within my self. Long lays the nature. Nature.

Shower and name. Destruction and reconstruction. Over and over. Again and again. This is my body and within my self. Long lays the nature. Nature.

People live. Fractions of life continue to happen every single second. Kinds of relationship embody the individuals' hearts.

People live. Fractions of life continue to happen every single second. Kinds of relationship embody the individuals' hearts.

People live. Fractions of life continue to happen every single second. Kinds of relationship embody the individuals' hearts.

Recording the way things are.

Growing is such a miserable illusion.

Growing is such a miserable illusion.

Growing is such a miserable illusion.

Waiting. Waiting for the train. Fuzhou Station.

Waiting. Waiting for the train. Fuzhou Station.

An interview went on. We tried to figure out the film we worked together. Simple but complex. Time is such an interesting thing.

Two persons, two lovers, two times

Two persons, two lovers, two times

Me and my sister. I don't think an answer is needed but the endless feeling spreading.

Me and my sister. I don't think an answer is needed but the endless feeling spreading.

A man fell.

Recording of film students doing some imitative shooting.

There’s a sense of being hollowed out slowly and deeply, as if everything is happening all over again, yet it exists only within the images. The life within the images keeps rolling and reminding me that I no longer possess that time — that good time has already slipped away.

There’s a sense of being hollowed out slowly and deeply, as if everything is happening all over again, yet it exists only within the images. The life within the images keeps rolling and reminding me that I no longer possess that time — that good time has already slipped away.