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This is not an oak-related project. But when I touched the climbing frame pillars made of oak branches in the children's playground, the feeling it gave me included all the feelings I had during this natural journey. What does it feel like? Let's put it this way, it is a thing that has lost its life, but still carries the warmth of its memory: as a touched object, it carries vague notes - the barks that have been peeled off, the traces that it has grown and even the fingerprints left on the it by the last person who passed by. It carries the lingering ripples of memory slowly towards you - when you embrace it.
Nature comes to humans with its memory. Human beings look at the memory of wind, the memory of light, the memory of earth, the memory of water, and the memory of life nurtured by the formers. People remember being blown by the pine-scented wind in their childhood, sleeping on their grandfather's bench in the sunshine, or the sun tans left on their bodies after sunbathing. The waist of the tree reminds people of their lover complaining about the fat on her waist among the scattered clothes. The trembling spider webs near the water also remind people to remember another spider they met or the scene that they help their relations to clear out their ears.
No matter what form it is, let us link to what kind of memory. When nature turns into an oak tree and approaches you, you will know that the lingering ripples of memory is slowly coming to you.
Lechen
11/06/23
11/06/23