I consciously inject lots into my works in order to simulate new directions of life for the psychotics; to simulate the myriads and the stagnation of things, and purely to simulate the refreshment of a fountain.
Actually, I show my imaginations and feelings about life through creating these images and works. I touch all sorts of great affections and also create them, and the uncanny illusion also relieves the weak soul. There are many crazy, weird people and things in my living area, which often makes me feeling full of life.
If we can squirm foolishly like everythingelse in the universe, why live toughly and roughly like human?
I am always rough without love.