Yanning Wang

The night sky is vast, the stars remain silent. In their endless shimmer, we pause and encounter a heaviness that words can hardly hold: the vertigo of freedom, the echo of solitude, the gaze of death, the haze of meaning. Heidegger reminds us that it is through such anxiety that we awaken to our own being-in-the-world. And perhaps, art can become a fragile light — revealing ourselves within the darkness.