Nostalgia · 怀旧

These pieces form a nostalgic triptych centered on labor and the gaze of a child. Each painting freezes an ordinary moment: her grandfather's weathered hand reaching for cicada husks clinging to a leaf; his palms feeding dough into the noodle machine, turning the iron handle with a rhythm so familiar he never thought about it; and his silhouette in the corner of the kitchen, carrying tea leaves through the long, laborious process from field to finished leaf. On the surface, these are mundane chores. Gathering insect shells for pennies. Cranking dough through rusted rollers. Firing tea in a smoky kitchen. But through a child's eyes, every bend, every turn, every calloused palm becomes a slow motion ritual. The canvas holds two perspectives at once: his daily, unglamorous effort to keep the household running, and her quiet wonder. Too small to help, old enough to sense that something sacred was unfolding. Years later, those afternoons return not as side quests, but as the very foundation of home.