One of the 24 solar terms in the Eastern lunar calendar.
When the spring thunder first roars, as water vapor surges, the awakened hibernating
insects crawl through stones and soils and climb out of the darkness.
During metamorphosis inside the round cocoons, light wings and bodies are gradually
growing. The flying butterfly is presented through a dynamic ascending as if the
frames in a storyboard. Rumbling thunders and whooshing rain fill the air; water
plunks onto the earth, splashing up like blooming flowers. The rhinoceros beetle in
the center rides the wind and spreads its wings, contrasting with the golden round
larvae below, which shows the unique transformation of an insect’s metamorphosis.
Then, the moment the thunder rumbles, all the turmoil and restlessness freeze.
What I’ve been exploring during my creating process is the condensing of time. The
scenery I’ve seen in nature and the fictional scenes in my imagination overlap and
interweave with each other, repeating before me. Then, as if holding a remote control
in hand, I press the pause button in the movement of dynamic and static motion.
At that moment, wind no longer blows, and rain stops dropping, floating still in the
sky. The unease and restlessness buried deep inside are dug out and released with the
flying insects.
