THE TRAIN OF MEMORIES

One day, when I opened the moisture-proof box which had been sealed for a long time. I found that it was loaded with film and picture that I had printed by myself in the past. I scanned and captured them one by one with a scanner, and edited them together. When I play it fast, the film looks like the scenery that outside the window of the train flashed across by my eyes. The train of thought which in my mind is to pass through the past that full of struggles and depressive memorise when I seeking self-identification. Through the images of broken memory, I constantly recombine them and collect the sounds of daily life. Finally it let me can released my mind from the bitter days to the better days, and lives brilliant that like a kaleidoscope every moment in my life.