Withering is not an end, but life’s concealment. In silent stillness, it permeates the soil, awaiting rebirth.
“Petals fall in silence, yet full of meaning; the flower’s lingering essence is a gentle, enduring farewell. Three sticks of incense rise, smoke like floral shadows— if there is a next life, we shall meet again.”
Using flowers as a metaphor, this work explores the beginning and end of life, as well as the traces left behind. I believe everyone grows like flowers in different soils, embodying unique forms and colors. Withering marks the fall of life, while the remaining fragrance is the trace left behind.
In Taiwanese cultural belief, three sticks of incense carry profound spiritual meaning. To me, they offer emotional solace. The rising smoke, like flowers, gently blooms and fades into silent blessings, leaving quiet yet deeply resonant traces.