Acrylic, oil and rice on Canvas
180 x 130 cm

Oil, Acrylic, Sand and Rice on Canvas
125 × 175 cm

Acrylic on Canvas
250 × 210 cm

Oil on Linen
80 x 140 cm

Oil on Canvas
200 x 150 cm

Oil Color on Canvas
80 x 70 cm

Wood panel, polyester putty base, acrylic
100 x 140 x 7 cm

Wood panel, polyester putty base, acrylic
100 x 140 x 7 cm

Pigmented bronze, porcelain, motorcycle parts, dried flowers
57 (L) x 33 (W) x 163 (H) cm
 
Within the cracks of the giant rock lie sighs.
When the noonday sun almost erases the shadow of minaret completely from the square, sighs start to sprout from the cracks. Along the stone wall, they flow to the ground, flowing into the long and narrow channel from the inside of the stone chamber… Eventually they slowly ooze from the exit. The sandy ground surrounding the minaret quietly gets wet. Its original wheat color gradually turns darker, as if someone is drawing a shadow for the minaret in the middle of the day. At such moments, a small cyclone could be seen from the sandy ground, which would spin around the minaret. Then, the kid shows up: bare-footed, and with a string of pink beads hung on his waist. And he wears a hat made by sundried Victoria lily. It doesn’t feel quite right to call it a hat as it is too big and covers not only his head, face, but also his neck and shoulders. Shortly afterwards, the kid starts to sing with his innocent voice: To take one to smash bones, two to hang shoes, three to tether livestock, four to tear bags, five to remove guts, six to dry jars, seven to cut off shadow, eight to fill it with river water and nine to sow seeds… When west wind blows through the village three times, ring the bell.

Pigmented bronze, motorcycle parts
50 (L) x 33 (W) x 180 (H) cm
 
Dew drops slide down, silently, and leaves waver. Fluffy grasses also quiver, gently.
 
Dust starts to fly up from the ground. Pollens are everywhere. Plants try very hard to launch their seeds high up into the sky. Hairs and spores float around in the air…
 
Butterflies flap their wings. Crustaceans and arthropod insects waggle their tentacles. Rattlesnakes rattle their tails. Frogs swiftly wind up their legs. Antelopes stretch out their muscular legs to run and leap… Under the backdrop of a microworld, body movements seem rough and even a bit clumsy. Like a spoon churning in the sea of molecules, it constantly cuts the world apart. It is as dense as the bullets shot from a heavy machine gun into a serene lake. The irresistible sense of beauty is instantly shielded, like sound to be devoured by the water: a passivated single-channel tranquility, leaving a world teeming with clues.
 
However, the catcher hops within the field so skillfully that it perfectly avoids each and every crack. As a matter of fact, rather than hopping, it’s more like a ball hit back and forth, attached to a moving surface and trying its best to cooperate as if for the sake of soothing them… It fluctuates along with the wavy lines, vibrates the polylines, drops and rises the parabola… Beyond the moving part, it’s absolute stillness. In other words, it moves in a static manner. Its body becomes a bag to collect smells. It will work as long as it’s open.

Copper, Stainless Steel
78 x 48 x 34 cm
Edition 1/6 + 2AP

Copper, Stainless Steel
58 x 60 x 28 cm
Edition 1/6 + 2AP

Acrylic on Canvas
140 x 140 cm

Iron Wire, Knitting Wool, Cotton, Chemical Fibre
Stuffing: Silk Wadding
About 630 cm

Oil on Canvas
205 x 102 cm

Oil on Canvas
200 x 185 cm

Oil and sand on canvas
35 x 45 cm