I have not been put into writing for such a long time that I do not even know what to write now except talking over my daily life.
　　　　So-called painting to me is no more than elegant and unrestrained brushes and strokes of which the pursuit is not the accurate representation of appearance but the pleasure of my own self. My life is all about to make sulputures and play on my own, during the playing the creations I want,whom I deem as the records of my life, will come to my mind by themselves. No matter how other people comments them, sulptures did record all the things which have touched my heart and every small daily happening of my life.