As the body parts that remain the longest, bones have become a
dual metaphor: life and death. This quality brings bones a
distinctive aesthetic value, but it is usually associated with natural
death. The rule of natural death makes human beings understand
the fundamental order of life. Nevertheless, our needs of the taste
are larger than our needs of life. Slaughter makes us produce
more bones, and the metaphor has thus come to a failure. When I
put together all the bones from the food I have had in past half
year, the scene raises a question, “What have they brought to my
life?” In this series, I do not intend to advocate vegetarianism or
ascetic consumption value. Instead, I attempt to make it a
reminder of my own life and bring life back to its proper gravity.
