Wandering in the pictures, I am as free as a child playing sand. Maybe carefully at first, but after wind destroy the sands, I am still myself and sand is still sand. The world is just like this, the disappeared changing into another is called existence. In my atelier, I traveled around without rhyme or reason. When I draw with my brush, I may put the horse head on a cat's neck, pile blocks of colors into different frames or draw a tiny thing carefully.
Drawing is only a kind of entertainment of mind and brushwork.
I often put several artists' works together. My friend may tell me that he prefer one more than another. As to me, like or dislike is not so important, but these artists found the way to make the objects rest in some symbols temperately, thus spreading all over the 4 dimensional world. No matter belonging to realism or not, these are only the represents of artists' subjective feelings and symbols. Good or not, valued high or not all mean nothing to me.