​The genesis of a poem is beauty; the inception of a story is woven from a chain of memories. Present feelings recount the past, expressing the rhythm of the moment. A painting, unlike a story, holds no memories—it is spontaneous emotion. Stroke by stroke, time and again, it refreshes to create the underlying melody. Relying on the movement and strength of the hand, like a dance, it seeks to find balance within the scene.

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All dynamics are related to color. Color itself embodies light and darkness, joy and sorrow, exuberance and tranquility. It has the effect of adding the finishing touch—take white, for example. After bold strokes, white is like salt. An otherwise plain canvas, when adorned with white, instantly reveals light. It questions the artist's underlying motives, causing one to pause and reflect.

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White can transform stagnation and dullness into gray, can soften the overly ornate. It can be a cloud, a cascading waterfall, or a reflection on water. Thus begins the search for a new world.

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The birth of a new world originates from an unconscious state. After continuous layering, a hazy consciousness emerges, inspiring the artist with a sudden spark, subtly revealing inner emotions. Combined with past painting experiences, an almost complete picture gradually takes shape, as if a distant voice is responding to it.

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At this moment, inspiration and brushwork converge toward a perfect balance and metaphor.