One, Two, One
The camera closely observes the corners of life: the melting of ice, the rippling of the lake, or the clouds drifting lazily across the sky. It presents, rather than comments. At times, the subject is seen in an indiscernible way where contours and atmosphere take prominence. The piece feels like a poem, with a calm first and second half, leaving the emotional climax in the middle. The left and right channels create a rhythmic flow, while the drip-drop of synth sounds lingers in the background. Everything happens slowly yet with purpose. Is it a dream, or is it reality?
FANXI SUN 孙凡浠 