I come from eastern China, where it often rains. I vaguely remember walking on the street of the ancient town, it was raining. The scene kept flashing back to me as I drove through New York. I could see black tiles again, white walls glowing with a warm yellow light. However, they were vogue, I could not see them carefully, just like there's a bright light blocking you from seeing what's in front of you. I knew that they were all in my head. I'm homesick now. I really want to go back and see these scenes again. In China, people have a strong attachment to "home". I still can remember the first poem I learned when I was 5, “ looking up, I find the moon bright. Bowing, in homesickness, I’m drowned.” I tried to recreate what I knew with cardboard and fishing line, bending cardboard into tiles, making rain with fishing line. The white clay at the bottom is like the pebbles of my hometown, representing countless memories of me. Even if it rains heavily, there is a home to protect them. However, they're just cardboard and fishing line. I use light to make an illusion that whether or not this is the roof of my hometown. I try to create the illusion I have when I am homesick. I make the light pass through the gap of tiles, and the strong contact between light and shadow makes it this scene is real or not.