A Wooden Frame 木框

A Wooden Frame, 2008-09
Wood from a tree, C-print on cloth
92 x 66 cm

In the day of the anniversary of my grandmother’s death in 2007, I brought along with a can of red paint as makeup for putting on her.

Have you heard about a story of roots of trees? They are deep enough to enter other worlds. I broke one of the branches of the tree which was the nearest one beside my grandmother’s grave and thereby applied it to make a frame for the photos taken by my father’s mobile phone.

The wood of the frame and the wood of the roots are from the same fountainhead. Are the roots deep enough to get in touch with the place that my grandmother always gets in rest?