PRISMATICS (2020)

(Or: Five Past Three in the Morning)

關於「光」與「色」

二〇二〇年春，我迷上稜鏡。一道道白光解放出各色光彩，交錯、混合於紙上，躍動於牆面，如畫筆拂過，如火光明滅。

費茲傑羅說，靈魂的黑夜，日復一日，每天都是凌晨三點。我想起那些拍攝作業的夜半與黎明。

下一個十年，但願我還想拍照。

On Light and Color

In the spring of 2020, I became captivated by prisms. White light splintered into colors, crossing and mixing on paper, dancing on the wall — like brushstrokes, like flickers of fire.

Fitzgerald once said that in the dark night of the soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning. I thought of those nights and dawns spent finishing photo assignments.

For the next decade, I hope I’ll still want to take pictures.