Where is time?
Where is the end of the city ?
Where can I find a space for myself?
Time is a drop of water, drops of water make the sea, every little makes a mickle.
Time began with the Big Bang, where everything started.
Time is the tickling from the clock, tick, tick, tick…….
Time changes from time to time, time changes everything.
Time is repetitive, day after day, year after year.
Time is the multiple of people, as time goes by, we grow up, meet our spouse, bring up the next generation, and generation after generation. As we multiply, so do all things associated with us, including our livestock.
Time is in four seasons. in the blossom of the first primroses, in a lotus of countless petals, in the dance of red leaves, in the sound of the fallen snow, year after year, year after year.
Time is like the clouds floating in the sky, nothing is real but this moment.
Time is like water in the sponge, if you squeeze it, there is always more.
Time is the only thing which is fair to everyone, all of us have 24 hours a day, but it’s the way how we spend our time makes it longer or shorter.
Time flies, how I wish to capture it, but only memory left.
The time we have wasted, it never comes back.
If you want to do something, do it now, because later is never.
Early civilization grew up in the world’s great fertile river valleys, the Euphrates and the Tigris in the middle east, the Indus River in India and Pakistan, the Nile valley in Egypt, and the Yellow River in China as well as known Huang He River Civilization.
A city was born by the river, the river carried the glory of a city. River , it is the cradle of the civilization.
As we build one road, one building, more and more roads, and buildings were built up, shouldering in silence the heavy weight of the history and dreams of each individual who wishes to keep a foothold and gain achievement in this city.
With the massive influxes of people, the city became a human zoo.
When night falls, I swing on the yellow banana moon, When the dawn breaks, I swing on the red apple sun, looking at the fairytale city.
I see the ambitions of people, I see the rising up of buildings, I see the movements of machines, I see the I saw the development of civilization, I see the hope of future.
I see all the lights on, the city shines with eternal lights, as the relentless movement of water in the river, the city is endless.
Where is the end of the city? I can’t see it.
The only thing I could do is to keep running in the psychedelic world, looking for your way out in infinite space.
Navigator, a project collaborated with Purvi
Royal College of Art, London