This series, a touch of, started from 2012 and ended in 2017. During these years, due to the lacking of practice in relationships or in art, it’s getting harder and harder for me to decide if I’ve achieved the closure of a course of efforts. 

It’s about my obsession towards the passing of time, somehow time passing has become the only idea left for romantic life. It’s about the desire of being, aging and dying. As a presentation of my obsession, this series turned into a brand new book with snow white pages and ivory cover. Then it awaits. After a few years or so, it could be lost or it could become something to look at. When the book is wearing all the flaws or stains caused by time, it’s like an old man looking into the mirror. Though the body is no longer young and firm, it’s still the same one belongs to oneself. It feels strange yet deja-vu. It’s like the handwritten letter you found at home the other day, which has missed out the timing for delivery, a dead history. Strange yet deja-vu.

- Shauba Chang

「a touch of 」這個系列的拍攝從開始到結束相隔數年。這幾年來的疏於練習，描繪一段關係——無論何種關係——於我而言每一步都是艱難的，直到它被完成。

著迷於時間的推移這件事，可能只是我對於浪漫僅剩的一些些想像，對於生而為人的慾望，變老以及死去。這段迷戀最後被化身成一本全新的書，由裡至外被紙白的外衣包覆。等著數年、數十年過去，或許這本書已被遺失，或許獨自成爲了某種風景，而那些歲月造成的斑駁、污漬或顏色，就像一張不再年輕緊實的臉，看著它覺得既陌生又熟悉。也像是某日翻箱倒櫃後、那封一直沒有機會寄出的信，一段死掉的歷史，陌生又熟悉。

—— Shauba Chang