During summer days of childhood living in grandmother's home, creeping among trees and listening to shivering leaves, the sentimental reverie starts in the crooning of flowers and insects, just like a flower bud swaying under early morning sunshine, waiting for its blossom, and at meantime enjoy the pervasive scent surround.

He Feng depicts life changes with her light ink, as if presenting an arias of growth elegantly and calmly.

Probably because of the usual relation with bathroom, He Weina's paintings are always enveloped by gray water vapor, in which are those flirtatious and ambiguous flowers, breathe-taking strawberries, red weird bubbles, etc.. All of those objects exits under irregular rules, as if put on a hex, being heterogeneous by magic with their exaggerated appearance and reformation.