“Grandma’s House“

No matter how old I get, my grandma is always older than me, as if they have never been younger. Like two wheels on a bicycle, always one in front and one behind. This digital collage indicates one of rooms in my grandmother’s house. It’s the place that is full of my childhood memories. Like what Prust wore in his book, the valuable but fuzzy memory can be awakened by a simple action. smell or object.