《塵影》
風過無痕，蛛行有跡。微塵懸浮，影落無聲。
近距離的凝視，使塵埃、蛛絲、昆蟲的碎片與蛛網的殘痕，於紙面上顯影。它們多為微小而無名之物，來源與歸處皆不可辨，只在自然沉積的間隙中，傾聽殘留的節奏。
幽虛間帶有風雅，寂靜中似存微息，無字亦成章。頁與頁之間，只保留尚未命名的存在感，以及不言自明的消逝。
Shadows of Dust
The wind passes without a trace, yet the spider leaves its mark. Fine dust floats in the air, and shadows fall in silence.
Looking closely, I see dust, spider silk, insect parts, and the faint remains of webs appearing on the page. They are small and without names, their beginning and end unknown—only in the quiet layers of time can we hear the rhythm of what is left.
In the empty space there is beauty; in the stillness, a soft breath seems to stay. Without words, it becomes a story. Between each page, there is a presence not yet named, and a fading that speaks on its own.