Black Moon
Since I was a child, I have loved to walk. It makes me feel relaxed, we have our rhythm to walk. Also, It’s my way to explore the world.

One night at a certain time on Sai Yee Street, I met that row of column-shaped balusters again.

I have seen them countless times, but that was the real encounter. The balusters were originally slathered with paint, like armour. After years of being touched by passers-by, the paint began to peel off layer by layer. Some places return to the raw metal surface, some metal surfaces oxygenated into an orange-yellow colour like Mars, and some places were still smooth, but covered with a layer of dirt.

Some have peeling paint, a few have gone bold and stripped off their protective armour, leaving them vulnerable to the elements.

From a different perspective, each and everyone of them is unique and they exist in their mini-universe; cosmic aging that happens right in front of my eyes and my camera’s viewfinder.

Still wondering if the moon has been baptised by countless humans and planetary bodies before now.

黑色
從小，我就喜歡走路。走路的感覺很實在，節奏可快丶可慢丶可隨意丶也可停駐 ; 走路是我認識世界的一種方式 。經過很多聚，亦經過很多散後，很想紀錄一些由一個個路上的人所建構的影像。某夜某時，在旺角洗衣街，我又再遇上那一列圓柱型欄柱。雖然，我和它們相遇過無數次，