WeArt: Jingwei Bu, Mother–Artist’s Way
This Jingwei Bu is writing that Jingwei Bu. Distance trembling, not fixed, never resolved. Memory as stain, dent, residue.
Words slip — Chinese, German, English. None sufficient. Writing itself like residue, like tea water seeping into paper, red cabbage juice pressed into muslin, letters dissolving into marks, kitchen into studio.
Residue as map of life journey. Who reads it?
Beijing. Germany. Australia. Each move fracture,
each move re-rooting. New culture. Different language.
