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The Dreaming City (2008-2010)


Dying flowers reflect the shadow of the people.

The unique beauty is colored as it blur with time.

As if it were the expressions of the laugher, tears, passion, sorrow, loneliness

of the life in a mighty city.

Dying flowers are neither beautiful nor not beautiful,

but the blurring color could intoxicate us sometimes.

I take pictures of flowers in nighttime city settings. When the city lights up at night, People finish their daily routines and become true to themselves. 

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