Cole Lu, On the floor under his feet, the script is precious, and the meaning convolute. He had been sound asleep for more than two hours when, around midnight, he heard little cracklings inside his dream. The sound of wind blowing is like forests in flame. (Night after one thousand and one nights), 2020
Copper
12 × 9 inches
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