《隐匿 砾石 的 诗》
Poems by Hidden Gravel
Words, gravel, wind, rain, 2021
Qian is obsessed with objects and memories, with their indefinable wanderings state as they are melted away in memory. These French words that make up this poem are words that Han Qian sketched over and over in her books during her first year of studying French in Paris. Some of them have long been familiar, and some have been forgotten. These randomly remembered phrases make up a poem that reminds of forgotten, faded memories washed away by time.
"At some moments I exist, at some moments, I do not. Each word covered in stone is washed away by the wind, rain, fine sand, dust, time, covered up and revealed; we cannot know what has happened or what will happen, only us and what is visible."