“I have always tried to say goodbye to myself, say goodbye to childhood, say goodbye to youth, say goodbye to ignorance, and say goodbye to fearlessness. When these little things left my body, what I left for my memory was a lonely land, an empty frame.”

 

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Saying goodbye is never an easy task. People say that they will regret it in the future if they fail to do a nice way of "goodbye,". Every time, even if you are prepared in advance, imagine innumerable times in your mind, and bid farewell is still unpredictable.

 

I come from a seaside city called “Qingdao” and translate to English is Green island. The project will be containing with several recreations of my memories such as the ocean, the coastline, and some of my travel trips.  I remember when I first time went to college, my parents turned around and left at the airport. I thought that the freedom from them would make me a little better, but the moment it was like crossing the moon, cross the time. The mixed feeling comes together but finally ends up with a very simple idea and image.  I also remember every time I finish a trip, I say goodbye to my friends at the airport even I papered many times it is still hard to say.  The moment when you are away from someone important to you, you usually don't feel sad, what really makes you feel it is the usual scene the normal life you have been going through with the one this specific torture is hidden but it will make the mood surge when it comes.

 

Saying goodbye to important people in life is a painful and long process. This feeling was repeated in the days that followed, and every time I said goodbye to my hometown, it was even more profound.  My grandfather was away from me when I was sixteen and every year, I would prepare a bunch of flowers and bring them to his grave.

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Say goodbye are also does happens in many other situations. The people who leave, understand each other's choices and then settle down. At this time, I saw a pair of girls under the bridge. The two seemed to cry face to face and did not speak. Looking back, they are scattered, like a summer night under a yellow light.

 

Life for me is actually like a road from the broad plain into the forest. On the plains, the companions, I and friends can walk together, joyfully pushing forward to each other; once we enter the forest, the grass and the thorns block the road, the situation changes, each person concentrates on the way of each person, looking for the direction of each person. The carefree and unsuspecting peers are deeply affectionate was my precious. In this process of growing up, many people walked away and dispersed. What we can do is respect night.

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People embrace and then leave... such stories are played every day in the corner of the city. As Pablo Neruda said: "We have jointly created a twist in the journey."

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Media: The project will be containing with several recreations of my early memories by using different formats and printing media such as Polaroid, different textures of papers, even postcards.

 

The reason why I am using Polaroid and other printing materials is that these are contained with a real physical shape that people can feel with hands or put into a wallet and frame rather than a database on a memory card no matter how the RAW file big is. The physical material also could function as proof that these memories really happened.