Zhou's art reflects my mood lately, slowly realising (with a lot of self-contradictions and anecdotal evidences) that existence is not purely bottom-up in its conception.

Through a low-resolution lens, which I wore for more than a decade, perhaps it is certainly felt like it's the case—no one intent existence to exist. But oh how quickly it fell apart through a higher definition frame, especially as one of the oddly rectangular shaped living participant on the top of this petri dish.

I have just collected "The light streaming through the windows of the art museum" by @ZHOUZELIANG