“At that time, I felt that this was the most similar tornado I had ever drawn in my life and could never be surpassed.”

Human beings, by virtue of their unique ability to represent, manifest their imaginations as visible inner impulses that shape the world. Because representation is different from images and symbols, it always points to transcendence, so in a sense, painting can also be said to be the form given by the author for what he has received; and the dimensions it can reveal. , by no means limited to those already there, and by no means exhaustive of its interpretation in the world. Regarding the wind, even if there is a visible part, the connotation of the painting object is not about the visual form, but about the movement of the sense. In fact, every brushstroke of the painting is trying to repeat a sense of reality. .

In a gathering with friends, we discussed the topic of “What is the source of my (possible) creation?”; when the topic talked about the experience of painting as a child, I remembered a memory – when I was very young , I just remember that I was very intently scratching on the paper with the pencil, my face against the paper, the lines piled up like fast, repeating, repeating, repeating, beyond the scope of vision; that tornado, I was I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever painted.

In the project “Between the Storm”, I went to several elementary schools to get along with the Primary One children, and asked them simply, “Do you know what the “wind” looks like?” They did not hesitate and loudly The answer: “I know~”. Then, we painted the wind together and spent a period of time – I observed, some of the children were venting furiously with their eyes closed, some were gently brushing the paper with pens, some were lying on the ground He moved his arms around, somewhat repeatedly, on a small point; just like this, the “images of the wind” were naturally produced. Finally, I collected these children’s drawings and filled a room with them.

Walking into this room surrounded by “wind” is like entering an Apple Store version of Lascaux’s caves. The homogeneous white space is lined with hundreds of paintings. Scanning this space, the same air flow formed by rheology and other qualia is hovering in the air, and the cold and heat are uncoordinated; like the north wind and the sun, it is somewhat childish and violent, whenever the viewer grasps some similarities, even trying When summarizing the “painting school” or logic, the individual and differentiated details will eventually surround the viewers without being able to distance themselves.

As one of the participants in making this happen, in the face of interpenetration with others, it seems futile and inappropriate to interpret one-dimensionally to unify concepts and meanings; The point is only, the power that unfolds in these simple relationships gives me a touch of life, that is – fascinated by the uncertainty of creative feeling; also expect the viewer to be in these storms manifested by children Find room for feeling and inspire some thinking about what it means to be creative.