A moment and another moment make a state of life. Just like the unknown small flowers blew by wind on the wild land, they sprout,grow,bloom,wither and return to the earth. There are happiness,pain,peace and detachment in the whole process. This is the taste of life. We feel the lightness of life in happy time; feel the heaviness of life in sorrow moment. We feel the taste of passing in every moment with no prevision and we are dominated by passivity actively. Life is a piece of work with unknown creativity. We everyone complete it by the whole life.
I am always lost in childhood moment. The present body walks in the past space. I love the starry night, forest,grass and firefly in my childhood. In the sleepless night, I link my childhood moments to moisten the dry heart.
Usually, I hope that I am a flying bird. Flying in the time tunnel and to find freedom in the eyes of the sun, so happy, so free. I want to keep them and engrave them in the painting so to have long release again and again. My knife follows the heart and flies in the board expressing the thinking about the opposing and harmonious life by black and white. I am lost in the slashes. Love leads me. I have not much demand but to pour out to the board with knife......
Walking, I am an honest child,with a free bird flying in my eyes......