Stars falling falling falling and I’m climbing. Spin me, twirl me, do whatever you want to me, I’m just looking for a way to get higher. “Who goes there?” A shout in the vast expanse. Who goes there indeed? I never worry if I’m making the right decision. If I make a choice, then it is right. What can I possibly do that is so extreme that it throws my life off course, charting through unknown waters never to be recovered? I can’t. Liberated by this knowledge, I fly. Beat my wings through hazy currents and I’m above the city, above the world, above the life that seemed so right just a decade ago. You’re afraid to do what I do. You don’t know how I got here. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either. It’s sappy, right? To tell you to go forth and make blazes across the sky? It’s been done before and it’ll be done again. Why wait in the dust for a comet to fall on your skull? March upward and meet that burning light miles from where you thought it should land.
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Liu Dao 六岛 |
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RGB LED display, Chinese papercut (Jian Zhi 剪紙), paper collage,teakwood frame |
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Unique |
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Made in island6, Shanghai 2015 |
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103.5(W)×103.5(H)×5(D) cm |
To see more information:
http://www.island6.org/TheOnlyWayIsUp.html
