For me , works of art are not for praise , but for expression.
Gate
37
100x80cm, 2019, Oil on canvas
There is no one here. I am the first to come here. This is a very strange environment to me. This is a very strange gate. It is about 10:40 in the evening. There is an open bookstore here with Jacky Cheung’s songs. I watched everything here quietly. There is a feeling of time overlapping I seem to see a shadow cast on the pink blue chair.
Waiting quietly for boarding. An expectation of the journey.
Time flies quickly. Now there is no one here, and the crowds coming and going are all strangers.
Time and space are always like dreams.
I always missing.
Terrace
Vitry
54x65cm, 2020, Oil on canvas
This is an early summer that is imprisoned. Everyone stays in their own home. The whole city becomes empty. The streets seem to be abandoned.
At eight p.m., the sun tilts. Everyone is locked in their own room. In the locked doors, there were inaudible quarrels and crying. An invisible fear spread throughout the world. Leave and death, staged every moment. The regret that has nowhere to be put into the chest.
Freedom is also locked. I want to rush out of this prison from the golden light on the railing.