Last year I happened to let the branch fall to the ground to escape the pruning of the prison，nature somehow kept it in place——turbid whiskers，uncultivated metaphors and doubts，maybe it's a natural joke，the silt wood left in the jar is still burning，it seems that someone or an animal is peeing on the spot all the time，they didn't come from anywhere, they just walked out of the dark.
Hidden is immortal，I can't wait to popularity my love，But I never breathed in any form.

Silver Mountain and Lovers' Nest

The place where I live has high tide every year, I have liked to talk to the river since I was a child.Art creation often revolves around my own growth experience and retrospective perception as a survivor.I always pay attention to the individual wills that are divided, broken, rebuilt, and bound to each other under the external environment and political factors.Things are distorted into another way of speaking through a certain authoritative ideology and stay in people’s eyes for a long time.This exaggerated deformation cleverly covers itself in order to achieve its purpose-to close the flow of thought, and to close and single one’s desire for eros.And the way to resist this powerful infringement, for me, is when I create the canvas, I have arrived in another world.

Drop

Through the artist’s personal experience of major floods and the life conditions of disaster survivors and the parties and their families after major accidents, the continuous post-disaster events caused by them are distorted into another form of existence through virtual information.The natural field is fictitious as the direction of the people’s fear of cause and effect. As a new social symbol, the survivor isolates time and space, separates the body and spirit, and causes painful reincarnation.Individuals in it have completed different paths through their own choices.The event was put on a high place for a long time, forming a kind of unspeakable silence and forgetting. This unspeakable illusion symmetrical the reconstruction and decomposition of matter,the hanging river chasing behind people has opened another gap,the opposite of fear is generation and battle.
As long as the will still exists, people will reach the unspeakable distance through each other's gaze, and a new world will be generated in each touch. This is the beat of life.
I hope that through my own travels and the changes in my living environment, our fierce struggle on this plane will be projected onto the work through material condensation.

Exist in the unspeakable non-existence of the unit

100cmx75cm, digital painting, 9:40 am 1 July 2018 

"You [the authorities] refuse to give me an explanation, I shall give you my own explanation."

"When you hold a knife up to the police, it's doomed to end this way.”

The knife found him at about 9:40 am 1 July 2008

69cmx92cm, digital painting, 2021

“A symbolic unity formed by the languor of the fluids, by the darkening of the animal spirits and the shadowy twi-light they spread over the images of things, by the viscosity of the blood that laboriously trickles through the vessels, by the thickening of vapors that have become blackish...”

My blood is not that colour anymore 

40cmx85cm, digital painting,2021

Behind the lie,
folded the sight of the rule.
The events that have been seen have not been practiced, 
you realize that life is just the depth of time.
Mom,
Ignore these intricacies before birth,
I haven't answered my question ,
I don't want to go home yet.

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