Huang Ming-Che, constantly challenging himself, uses lines like daubs to construct faces vague however naturally alluring at the same time savage, waving his unrestrained romanticism by powerful and open gestures with passions freely spread in the ultimate darkness. King or queen; flowers or swords; sentimentalities or authorities; prosperity or hopelessness… simple images seem to speak out the inner conflicts, enticing the audience to communicate however hesitant to unveil the struggles. Just like a metaphorical drama play, the sudden insight after loneliness and vicissitude is written by legends.