In the face of a life pressed by relentless demands, I often find myself longing to escape—or at least to drift away for a while. Daydreaming becomes my passage: in those moments, my soul slips free before my body does, racing across vast fields of the world, towards rivers, mountains, snowfields—anywhere, everywhere. In that flight, I feel unbound, no longer an ostrich yearning for wings, but a moth drawn to light, for whom every glimmer is a horizon.

When Our Souls Wander我们灵魂出走的日子







This series seeks to express that even in the crush of a fast-paced, high-pressure life, we might allow our souls to wander apart for a time, to grant us the gift of reflection. After all, the soul will always find its way back—but perhaps it has not yet tasted what freedom truly means.

What’s life without whimsy?