Mon Fu

《她的…》

 

她，我的祖母。

 

一個日常下午，她坐在靠近露台的牆邊椅子，與我說著家常閒話。

偶然一道光線滲進屋內，把她溫柔的包圍住。

剎那間，我看呆了。

 

我拍下了那一刻的她。

 

她，與她的物件，突然起了變化。

物件們都活了起來，各自安靜又溫柔。

我對那種介乎於熟悉與不熟悉的感覺中迷失了。

 

原來她可以有這樣的一面，從沒看過。

 

拍攝完了，我與她繼續家常閒話。

前一刻的變化，已像煙霧散去，

但那味道卻已留在了我心裡。

 

 

 

《Hers…》

 

My grandma.

 

A usual afternoon, my grandma sat on the patio chair, against the balcony wall, talking about the family with me. Casually a light beam entered, wrapping her body, warm and tenderly.

 

It grasped me.

 

That moment, she and her belongings, began to change.

They became lively, yet calm and gentle.

 

I felt lost within these familiar, unfamiliar seconds.

 

Shooting finished, back to the family talk.

Those seconds will always stay in my heart.