It’s a work I still think about today sometimes, always wondering how it will look like now with all the wild wind, rain, sunshine and snow out there in Wyoming… The text I painted on the shelter was a poem written by Hai Zi (海子) in 1988. Full original & translation in p3&4 also below. I was hit so strongly by the landscape when I first arrived in Wyoming. The quietness, the wildness, and openness and the endless loneliness, and so much more about it that I am not able to put it in words. And then this poem I read years ago just came to mind. The poet was on the train passing through a similar landscape in China when he wrote the poem. Through his words, I was able to find some senses of familiarity and comfortability walking on this new land. Huge thanks to Delanie Jenkins for all the support and critics for this work, and my time in Wyoming, and documenting the works when she retuned in the winter

日记 

海子 

姐姐，今夜我在德令哈，夜色笼罩 

姐姐，今夜我只有戈壁 

草原尽头我两手空空 

悲痛时握不住一颗泪滴

姐姐，今夜我在德令哈 

这是雨水中一座荒凉的城 

除了那些路过的和居住的 

德令哈……今夜 

这是唯一的，最后的，抒情。 

这是唯一的，最后的，草原。 

我把石头还给石头 

让胜利的胜利 

今夜青稞只属于她自己

一切都在生长 

今夜我只有美丽的戈壁 空空

姐姐，今夜我不关心人类，我只想你 

1988.7.25火车经德令哈

Diary 

Hai Zi 

sister, tonight I am in Delingha, shrouded in the darkness 

tonight there is only the Gobi 

the grasslands have ended and I am empty handed 

in my pain unable to hold even a tear 

sister, tonight I am in Delingha 

barren, blank city in the rain