In the season of growth, I always worried that I was just a butterfly yet to take shape. So I flitted among the flowers, using their reflections to see my own image. Some of those flowers were gentle, some were prickly; they illuminated me, and also wounded me. I gradually understood that a butterfly's life is not just about flying, but also about getting to know itself in different seasons of bloom. Psyche, whose name means "soul" in Greek, is depicted as a human with butterfly wings, symbolizing that every soul must traverse darkness, loss, and trials to gradually mature at the intersection of love and pain. I, too, have followed such a path, looking out at the world, absorbing, breaking down, and rebuilding on my journey as a migrant worker in Beijing. I received light and borrowed wind from friends, professors, supervisors, therapists, and faith, serving as a case study in learning from the world, while also striving to become someone who can accompany others through their journeys and help them spread their wings.

Implemented by Department of Visual Arts
Date: 2025/12/25-2025/12/31