A collection of found objects on my way to somewhere.

A photobook printed in tabloid format.

Some mini spectacles from my everyday encounter.

No matter what I sort it into, this work is a contemplation on two of our natural habits--discarding and collecting. The things I found were left there by strangers; the images I took are my way of picking up those things. When they got transformed into another matter, in this case a tabloid of artwork, will they keep their old past and end up being throwing away? Just trash. Or will they be appreciated, coated by my imagination, by you? How long may this attention stay on? Maybe just a gesture away in a blink of eye.