我们讲述给自己的故事塑造了我们成为的人。
"The stories we tell ourselves shape who we become."
哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人小小年纪就会有如此的理由在上帝面前勉强倾洒出这般泪水。这是一个寒冷的阴沉的夜晚。在孩子的眼里，星星距离地面也似乎比看到的更过遥远。风未起，昏暗的树影投射在地面上，寂静无声，显得阴气沉沉。
Every exhibition is an experiment, a hypothesis about how art can engage with the world.
"The act of reading is an act of rebellion in a world that wants you to do anything but."
There’s a kind of sadness in the air, but it’s a sadness that makes you feel alive.