“The world is vast, yet deep as ocean inside our body.” -Rainer Maria Rilke

Impartible daily is close yet far away, sense of darkness encircles into organic, moving outline push-and-pulling the pure-colored space inside my body. Be it filled or vacant, only poetry is capable of holding this gigantic yet silent space during the incessant transforming process. Concave main structure self-handled within, so the external defense is not the sole attitude of surviving daily life or art creating. Just like I had to endure the fly burst into my nostril one morning and accepted its disturbance inside, even if it is hard to bear. But sometimes it takes fully experiencing and digesting to savor the true essence of absurdity. And that is the only way to move on with your life with a smile of satisfaction. How to dismember and dissociate the main structure, and to bring the complicated indescribable world into my system, is what I am going to confer in my work. I work through art making to keep the sense of darkness moving inside while dying at somewhere remote. At this moment, individual co-exists with the world unseparetably; everything falls into the concave structure of the subject and formed the unique landscape of each person. In such landscape, people run and shout into a splendid picture, even though the silent one remains. When you stare at the silent one, the whole space and time formed up just for him. From the silent one, I can feel “a jesting wit is gentler than bursting holiness,” As I walk in such picture, all reality becomes my dream. Repetitively, back and forth, picking up the pieces come off by nature causes and stitching the gentle but silent faces all over, hence I can carry on longing for the patterns of pure life— about the essence of “truth”.