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Water . . . Now — Sisyphus’s Happy Mountains
水相 - 西西弗斯的幸福石山

“The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock

to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of

its own weight.  They had thought with some reason that

there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.”


― Albert Campus, The Myth of Sisyphus[1]


I put images taken at different times together, and the result became the meandering ridges of Water . . . Now—Sisyphus’s Happy Mountain of Blessings. One could almost see the straining back of Sisyphus among the mountains, as he labours on obstinately but futilely with his boulder.

Yet, others still ask: “What is this?” “What does this represent?” “What is the purpose of being presence?

Just like Sisyphus, I am repeatedly doing things that are invisible to others.  Nobody sees what I am doing, but only myself, seeing that kind of futility and loneliness.

[1] Albert Campus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays


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