TIME
Nearly thirty years ago, for the first time, I saw yellow straws harvested in canicule and air-cured in the yard of my hometown Xuhang, a small town in Shanghai. Then, liquid dye was filled into pots in dyehouse, slowly boiled until straws were infused with color. In the hands of craftsmen, strands of straws were plaited into gorgeous toys, handbags, shoes, and they have accompanied me through my childhood. Legend has it that the technique of yellow straw plaiting was originated from a fairy who brought luck and happiness to the people in town. It was the first time that I perceived the wonder of nature. In the hands of craftsmen, the universe is nourished and syncretized to a rebirth.