Once

they once said that a frozen heart still has a chance to thaw. they once saw the light that was ahead, but that light has since long ago vanished into a point in time. maybe it will keep hiding in its latent stage or maybe it will come back out and shine the faces of a walker. there was another walker. smiling away like one who is in love and saw the embodiment of it. there was another walker. no. that one was not a walker. that one was lying on the ground. homeless and helpless. he was once told that if his eyes froze maybe they will have a chance to thaw. in another walkers' eyes she saw inspiration. in another's, desperation. in hers, confusion. displacement. relocation. adjustment. dissapointment. uncertainty. her trust has frozen and they said maybe it still has a chance to thaw. in her illusion she undreams of a situation that will antisecuritise her null certainty. and now realises she has been tricked into being querida de todos, amada de nadie. its an illusion. fears and lies and more illusions. maybe that light will come back to shine the path unknown to her trust. the insistence that has cultivated a wrong sense of direction, of misdirection and multidirections. maybe the lost light has frozen but they once said that maybe it still has a chance to thaw. and her frozen hope, I really don't know what they once said, but maybe it still has a chance to thaw.

Das wat I'm talkin about

Words will not do justice.

Her name is Qu Qian Mei, 瞿倩梅.

She came to France from China in 1986 as a political refugee. Her Espérance 2008 exhibition can be found here:

http://www.quqianmei.net/