On having the concrete shapes appear on canvas, I make it a rule developing a structure with a scenario on my mind as if I seek for a reason or a necessity.
When I actually paint on canvas, however, I witness unexpected scenes being unfolded on the surface regardless of prescribed scenario.
You never know how pallets show themselves.
Herein emerges a discrepancy between the ideal I conceive on my mind and the reality I create with my hands as it remains uncontrollable what will happen on canvas.
It is from this distance between the imagery and the concrete shape, from the gap of chaotic tension and balance, that richness derives.
And there lies what makes painting so attractive that I cannot be weary from it.

I draw people – the inside of people, contents.

When I walk down busy streets, there are so many people, and my heart beats fast.

Extremely beautiful girls, creepy guys, people without a home.

My imagination expands, and before you know it, my heart is caught by desire.

But it is so very comfortable that I go to town over and over until I am crushed.

At that time, the ugliness I carry and the town get to be together, mingled, merged;

And before you know it, I have become the nut called desire, large, hanging from the trunk of a great tree.

At that time, trunks already surround me…

Oh, it’s better to be eaten by something.

Looked down from a higher point of view, the world consists of series of communications that instantaneously change.
Here, “communications” refer to encountering with people, things, or information, to feeling a breeze, or to remembering something.
In one moment, we run across a person, a thing or an event: in another, we get separated from them.
Or no sooner do we recall something than we forget it.
In other words, numerous layers with meanings of some sort are repeatedly crossed over and parted from one another.
“Flying Classroom” represents this state of affairs.
Countless of existing images are scattered on canvas.
Oils, characterized by intricate colors they create with overpainting, take on more and more translucency where layers are concentrated, and begin to reveal themselves as “oils” beyond the images they are intended to represent.

Imageries of sacred beasts such as white elephants and kylin.
Imageries of utopia such as pure land and Xanadu.
They appear in Buddhism and Taoism, traditional streams of thoughts in the East.

I slip traditional sacred animals, now falling behind from our mind, into panels of pop-shaped elephants and kylin, wishing that they may bring back to our spirit the paradise we are now on the verge of losing.

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