Flying dreams

Last weekend, me and Nicholas went to a light exhibition at Annexe Gallery which was recommended by Derick. Only two of us went due to the homeowrk piling up like mountains. I know we should be doing homework in our rooms. But, life is not just about studies! We need some distraction too!! (this distraction was from Derick) Thank you!!!

One of my favourite piece of work is the one with numerous little flowers made from used plastic bottles. It's quite impressive for the artist to figure out the way to fold and shape the plastic bottles into flowers. They only use two staples to create a flower. Although this work piece was not as attractive as the others, which have LED light surrouding them, it gives me the feeling of "CHILDHOOD DREAM". When I first saw it, a Chinese song 紅蜻蜓(red dragonfly) comes straight to my mind.

紅蜻蜓Red Dragonfly
飛呀 飛呀 看那紅色蜻蜓飛在藍色天空
Fly! Fly! Watching that red dragonfly flying in the sky
遊戲在風中不斷追逐牠的夢
In the sky, he is playing with the wind while searching for his dreams.
天空是永恆的家 大地就是牠的王國
If the sky is his eternal home then the earth is his kingdom

飛翔是生活
Flying is LIFE
我們的童年也像追逐成長吹來的風
Our childhood growing at a speed of breeze
輕輕地吹著夢想 慢慢地昇空
Gently, it's blowing our dreams. Slowly, they rise to the sky
紅色的蜻蜓是我小時候的小小英雄
Red dragonfly, my little hero when I was small and shy.
多希望有一天能和牠一起飛
It was my dream to fly together with it, the red dragonfly.
當煩惱越來越多 玻璃彈珠越來越少
The worries in our lives are replacing the glass marbles of our childhood
我知道我已慢慢的長大了
I know I am growing up
紅色的蜻蜓曾幾何時也在我歲月慢慢不見了
No one knows when, my red little hero slowly dissapeared from my chilhood
我們都已經長大 好多夢正在飛
We already grown up and numerous dreams are flying
就像童年看到的紅色的蜻蜓
Like the red dragonfly I saw during my childhood
我們都已經長大 好多夢還要飛
We are grown up and there are numerous dreams waiting to fly
就像現在心目中紅色的蜻蜓
They are just like the red dragonfly in our mind

It has been a long time since I last listen to this song. It's about growing up, childhood lives and realizing dreams in our lives. The piece of light work remided me of how many dreams i had in my childhood, the things I believed, the things I liked and disliked, the things I owned, the things I played..... They are like the little flowers made from the plastic bottles, light and fragile. Dreams are light and fragile too. They can set off to the sky and top everything else in our lives. Yet, it may be too light until it stands no weight in our lives.I would like to call this piece of work "Flying dreams".

p/s:For further information about our trip, please visit my personal blog.


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