We still have a long way to go. But we are moving in the right direction.

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .

大脑是一种计算机。

In every exhibition, there is an opportunity to rewrite history, to include voices that have been marginalized or forgotten.

没有青春的爱情有何滋味？没有爱情的青春有何意义？

每一块面包都在讲述一个故事，从面粉到最后的切片。

恐惧是底片被冲洗的暗房。