The corner thrift shop was in my dream. I walked into that familiar door, then I found the space inside suddenly become extremely huge and tall, like the interior of an abandoned factory. Inside there was a busy second-hand furniture market, all the furniture were accurately classified by different category. Tables and tables were in a same group, chairs and chairs were in a same group, cupboards and cabinets were in a same group together, etc. However, each piece was completely different in color and style. They were piled up and almost reached the roof, one after another like hills. Behind the market I found a special space, where the floor was inlaid with countless white marble circles. There was a group of people circled around these symbolic white circles. I suddenly realized that those circular areas are open spaces belonged to different religions. I approached one of the areas, and I saw a group of people wearing golden exotic costumes dancing certain kind of circle dance along the edge of the white circular area. That moment was silent and holy, with golden powders sprinkling on the dancers from above. This mysterious, sacred and brilliant scene suddenly vanished completely once the golden powders reached the floor. Then I found myself back to the huge second-hand furniture factory.
消逝的肖像, Eminönü, 伊斯坦堡,
The vanishing Portraits, Eminönü, Istanbul