Containers in the water. 2016, @Xiong Yanzhi
I am standing on the vessel, which raises me up: I jump and hide. My mind is liquid: flowing, shifting, drifting: this way and that. Sometimes it becomes solid like thoughts becoming stifled in habit, so I eat them in order to digest them. Well that is how it appears as I sit there, looking at vase in my bathtub. I wonder why I call it bathtub but I would say that such a designation simply sticks to me.