"Covered" is a project about traumatized children who have been suffered from the trauma of varying degrees, psychologically or physically, for different reasons.
Can people hear crying when they look at these still photos? In this room, a particular corner of this planet. This place is a reticent independent space. It gradually shrinks and transformed into an invisible spot on the earth. It is full of silence that can even only hear their cryings and roaring. The sound has inundated the ears. A simple movement that ordinary people can readily complete, it is excruciating for them. Tears and distorted expressions have always emerged on their neat face. Nevertheless, they have to do this repeated rehabilitation training day after day and year after year as if it is endless and hopeful. They are like a kind of distinct human beings, isolated in this room, covered with a piece of fabric that not many people discover.
When I was a child, I often hid under the table, mainly in danger or when strangers visited. I thought my childhood trauma caused this, so I made a safe area to shelter myself underneath the table. This table is covered by a tablecloth, like a tent, a small world of mine, so being surrounded makes me feel protected. I took this table to the Children Rehabilitation Center, and they slowly crawled under the table and sat there with their favorite toys or full of curiosity and excitement. I could not look directly into their eyes, their eyes with complex expressions but unadulterated. I kept thinking about why these small bodies should withstand such pain. They are covered by people who are not recognized; by this society. However, when people see them try so hard to keep training, or their family needs to bear the expensive cost of taking them for rehabilitation training or hear each unique story behind them, we will wonder a hug with them without compassionately. Maybe some children will be abandoned one day, and we do not know where they will go in the future. They want to walk freely or survive favorably; They have never fit into any categories; They genuinely need to be accepted by society and are people who need to be known and care for with love.
Then I returned to the place- origin of the trauma-the small town where I was born. After more than 20 years, significant changes have taken place here. The house I once lived in has disappeared. The origin of the trauma has become a river, weeds, and rocks along the river, just as I could not find a reason why this tragedy could have happened to those beautiful, kind, innocent human beings. What is still there is the piece of fabric.
Maybe she is lonely because the accident completely changed her lifestyle, and it may not be easy to make friends.

Balloon

-Maybe she is lonely because the accident completely changed her lifestyle, and it may not be easy to make friends.

Concomitant

-She cannot walk yet. Although they are twins, the older sister may be luckier and can move around freely. I remember one day when her rehab therapist said, "I'm so tired," she hugged her and patted the rehab on the shoulder, and said, "I hug you, and you won't be tired."

Goldfish Bowl 

-Everyone will experience the trauma of being in a fish tank.

Fish 

-The fish's mouth kept open and close, and its gills kept breathing. He held it and observed it, just like the moment I look at them.

My Doll 

-She is more look like a Barbie doll, looking fragile and small but doing training that requires courage.

Lucency 

-Looking at her eyes, she seemed to be thinking or fantasizing about her world.

Sunflowers 

-His mother is his closest and best friend; she carried him on her shoulders every day, walked to the rehabilitation center, and then went home. He has insisted on this schedule for four years, and every day is a repeating day.

Shoot 

-He was facially paralyzed because of a car accident, and his expression may be a bit difficult to control when he smiles. He took the gun so seriously.

Crash 

-His breath on the transparent helmet became a new planet.

The backyard of Children's Rehabilitation Center

The window of the Children's Rehabilitation Center

Back to the town

Back to the town

Covered

The end

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