[Yituyu] Twilight to the Wild Grass, Chen Shi'er ing

The low-saturation warm brown tones resemble a faded old film. The wind blows through the wild grass, taking away a bit of warmth and leaving a hint of coolness. Chen Shiering sits alone on a dead tree, letting the dry weeds pile up, with a kind of timeless tranquility flowing in his eyes. Light and shadow leap among the weeds, outlining retro contours, forming more than twenty frozen diary fragments. Each frame is like a whisper, recording the late autumn season, wind and grass, light and shadow, and a figure in contemplation at this moment.