A site specific made at Djerassi Foundation / 1996 Material: rubber, cotton, ink, resin and metal plate on a living tree. Two rubber-hands hold a burned redwood trunk that is literally hollow inside yet still alive. Each hand has a poem written on, one in Chinese another in English.
One day, there were two Buddhist friends who visited my Brooklyn studio, located in New York¡¯s Williamsburg industrial area. They told me that I belonged to fire and wood. It was good that I brought burning heat to others, yet it was bad that I burned myself out all the time. They said that I needed to go back to nature and nourish myself often. They were right. I admitted the enormous effect of being in the natural environment. Like many other city people, I complained of the common complexities of city and nature. "But, " said one friend in a breathless voice, as he looked around my studio and slowly turned his eyes straight to mine:" Don't you see, we are in the woods right now?"
