*I try to capture the feelings of the moments such as flashes of lightning or the sky trembling. My brush strokes begin when something inside me wiggles under the unconsciousness. It could be a hunger for or against reality, or sometimes a romance beyond expression. The refreshing jolt given by a modern jazz play of a big band or a dissonant concert of a contemporary orchestra corresponds with somewhat energy. The energy could be a figure of cosmos like a vast meadow, rough mountain range, and plants. It also could be an imaginary space.
*Doesn’t Nature rhyme as music does? : High mountains and flat field, green leaves and red petals, and still water and sudden falls.
*My feelings run along the rhythm of its own every moment, and I concern the rhythm of the colors on the canvas, which run along the rhythm not so hot or cold. And the music follows….