Cole Lu, Growing up, his favorite thing to do was to borrow his mother's eye while she slept. Walking through the kitchen to the backyard, the river, and into the forest, seeing everything through her eye. There he stood on the trail to the mountain; everything is ash; the stick is ash; the stone is ash, but the ash is not ash; the ashes shine on the steps of his march. (Hypnos), 2022, Burnt pine panel