《成佛之前》摄影书
Before Buddha
首印：100本｜定价：290元
制作支持：东方解法研究室
页数：62页/图片：60幅
尺寸：200*200*15mm
纸张：Munken
装帧：腔背线装
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曾在书中读到“一生最大的遗憾便是没有完成自己。”完成是什么？一部著作之于一个作家？一个家园之于一个过客？一个终点之于一个旅人……如果人赋予自己数多个角色，对每一个角色的终点都抱有一种期望，那人将有数多个期望，完成将是困难的。完成的来路必有舍弃，舍弃一些角色和执著；完成的来路也必有交融，将我融于我中，看见、尊重自己的本来面目。人人对自我完成的遥想不尽相同，但我想完成的那一刻，生命的熄灭将只是一件寻常小事，在宗教的意蕴中，即是佛教教义中的涅槃，又或是成佛。我从未信佛，但我对完成好奇，迷懵中感到自我完成是我的使命。我生于一个鲜见炮弹、饥饿、贫穷的世纪一隅，却也鲜见土地、秋千、燕子，鲜见历史、时间和神灵，我获得了一些，但又失去了不少，我的心灵常常不得安宁。二零二一年立秋我出发前往苏州离岛的佛雕厂，在感受到风中的泥土味时开始拍摄，记录了这程旅途中发生的一切勾起我心灵波动的光景。正如我在书中序言中写到“二零二一年是病毒和我的壮年，那时我因为一些机缘接触禅宗，慢慢地自认为对很多事情失去所谓……我追问自己这个奇怪冲动的源头，佛寺如星辰，为什么我独独对这个佛雕厂抱有特殊的热情。”而三年后的今天，坐在书桌前平静地注视当年那个稚嫩的我，我渐渐明白那些日子与木佛雕的短暂照面即是我对一种完成的追寻与溯源，是未完成，是佛在成为佛之前的模样，也是我茫然四顾一片大雾中的年轻生命。
I once read in a book, "The biggest regret in life is not completing yourself." What is completion? What is a book to a writer? What is a home to a passer-by? What an endpoint is to a traveler... If a person assigns himself multiple roles and has an expectation for the endpoint of each role, then the person will have multiple expectations and it will be difficult to complete them. The path to completion must involve giving up, letting go of some roles and attachments; the path to completion must also involve blending, integrating me into myself, and seeing and respecting my true colors. Everyone’s vision of self-fulfillment is different, but I think that at the moment of completion, the extinguishing of life will be just an ordinary and trivial matter. In the religious connotation, it is Nirvana in Buddhist teachings, or becoming a Buddha. I have never believed in Buddhism, but I am curious about fulfillment, and in a daze I feel that self-fulfilment is my mission. I was born in a corner of the century where we rarely saw cannonballs, hunger, and poverty, but we also rarely saw land, swings, swallows, history, time, and gods. I gained some, but lost a lot, and my soul often felt helpless. peaceful. At the beginning of autumn 2021, I set out for the Buddha Sculpture Factory on the outlying islands of Suzhou. I started shooting when I felt the earthy smell in the wind, recording everything that happened on this journey that aroused my soul. As I wrote in the preface of the book, "2021 was the prime of life for the virus and me. At that time, I came into contact with Zen Buddhism due to some opportunities, and slowly I thought I had lost touch with many things... I asked myself about this strange impulse The source, Buddhist temples are like stars, why do I have a special passion for this Buddha carving factory?" Today, three years later, sitting at the desk and calmly looking at the young me, I gradually understood those days and the wooden Buddha. The brief encounter with the sculpture is my pursuit and tracing of a kind of completion. It is unfinished, it is what the Buddha looked like before he became a Buddha. It is also my confused look around at the young life in the fog.