Poems By Hidden Gravel
Qian obsesses over the wandering state between objects and memories, these repeatedly outlined French words, some long familiar and some repeatedly forgotten, words that have long since melted into memory without being able to be located. Through this poem composed of random memory words, while recalling forgotten memories, memories that have been washed away and erased by time.
At some moments I exist, at others I do not. Each word covered in stone is washed away by wind, rain, fine sand, dust, time, covered and suddenly revealed, we cannot know what has happened or what will happen, only us and what is visible.