Who says the world is beautiful. In reality our nature may be a space of extinction and suffering. It’s a progressive space where all species repeat the pyramid of dog-eat-dog chain cycle as they race toward the scheduled extinction. It is possibly a site of deadly combat, enduring the everyday attack, cold, and hunger as our instinctive nature leads to another life. Painful cry and pleasure coexist here. To the poppies of the wild, to the bloodsucking mosquitoes, to the past’s constellations which flash far away above my head; Organic or inorganic, all creatures live with their own unstable origin not being able to question the reason for life. It is exactly the same for human beings. The heated energy and improvised brush strokes fill my unconsciousness as it became the joint of amplified emotions and moved onto canvas as symbols and metaphors. This is my own zen riddle to the inconvenient truth of this world’s operation.