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My rich imagination comes from the bleak land, the feeder of my life. Forever silent in this noisy world, it guides me directly into the deepest mystery of life through leaves and dancing slim twigs. Its guide also brings out the liveliest fantasy in me. I cannot help attaching myself to the land, and to the lives on it. They are born, and exist, for love only. What I would do, and could do, to honor them is to give them a metaphorical presence in painting, the most primitive language of human emotions. Anyway, the wonder of life is supposed to be felt, not to be explained. I will feel challenged if asked to explain the meaning of the things in my painting. The only thing I can say would be that existence is theirs while exploration is yours. What I have done is mere presentation of the existence.

Do not strive to embrace the world, for it has been embracing you since your birth.

(charcoal painting on paper)

Description
My rich imagination comes from the bleak land, the feeder of my life. Forever silent in this noisy world, it guides me directly into the deepest mystery of life through leaves and dancing slim twigs. Its guide also brings out the liveliest fantasy in me. I cannot help attaching myself to the land, and to the lives on it. They are born, and exist, for love only. What I would do, and could do, to honor them is to give them a metaphorical presence in painting, the most primitive language of human emotions. Anyway, the wonder of life is supposed to be felt, not to be explained. I will feel challenged if asked to explain the meaning of the things in my painting. The only thing I can say would be that existence is theirs while exploration is yours. What I have done is mere presentation of the existence.

Do not strive to embrace the world, for it has been embracing you since your birth.

(charcoal painting on paper)