創作於我就是直視瑕疵，生命的瑕疵，不止於觀看，也包括拖著這份瑕疵的所有勞動。這樣純粹反映生命的自己，參參差差的面對創作，提起效能不高的水墨這古老材料，過程中或多或少遺忘了所處時代的積極，也不經意就拋開了經年累月水墨材料在歷史上的千年重噸。我的所有生產，都像是蘋果汁包裝上的水漬，是某個剛剛還存在的自然剩餘物，畫面裡我盡可能把無意噴上去的每個不小心的漬痕都好好留著，因所有的不小心， 都是生存的練習，是不那麼堅毅的玻璃被使用過後的記號。面對如戰役般的生存還有當代與傳統藝術的大歷史，我只是攤開瑕疵，不刻意的為強求意義而進攻。言是隨波逐流，但只要擁有這身體便會時時敏感於每一個生存當下，好好的煮飯、好好的吃飯、好好的睡覺，就是好好的落下每一點墨漬，是最無以論述的平凡，卻也是生存的必要條件。

       我前幾天跟學生說 brilliant 這個單字的那種色彩，是閃閃發光的，他的那種好，是閃爍光芒的。我想心愛的人對我，就是那種好，Brilliant Beauty! 我想到就像從他的眼睛看見許多景物， 聽他耐心說著善良，我感覺灰暗間螢火蟲若影若現，然後我看見 brilliant happiness， 那些幸福，像他身上的味道，我覺得回家了，家一定就是這個味道。我要把這些味道釀成香水，撒在床上；如果可以大量製就撒在夜裡捷運寂寞的車廂中。

       我看見一片金色的大海，在他的身邊就擁有一片閃著光的夢。

我不知道愛是什麼，但在那個像愛的人陪著的地方我可以展示我的脆弱，疼痛總是就那樣趨緩了。有時候我會任性的想要在金光中久久，所以我畫下閃著光芒的幸福，好希望有一天在南地中海的小鎮，和深愛的人眺望那片粼粼。我要在沙岸上石岸上穿黃色的洋裝，大叫對方的名字，戴上他幫我挑選的白色帽子，一起去作夢，做一個沒有痛沒有摔傷沒有傷心的夢。

        夢是可以做很久的，久到陽光曬傷了石子也不足為惜。

        我畫了一系列弱山水，非具象的景象，承載的是我得以成為一個人的愛，那種吸收你所有脆弱也包容的愛，讓一個只有34公斤的成人，脆弱，但堅強的身為山、作為水，姑且稱為創作的人。

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For me, creation means looking directly at the flaws, the flaws of life. It is not just about watching but also includes all the labor of carrying these flaws. This pure reflection of life, facing the creation in a mixed way, mentioning the ancient material of ink with low efficiency, more or less forgets the positive aspects of the times in the process and inadvertently abandons the ink material that has accumulated over the years in history. The thousand-year weight of all my products is like the water stains on the apple juice packaging, a natural remnant that just existed. In the picture, I try to keep every careless stain I accidentally sprayed on because All carelessness is an exercise in survival and a mark of the less resilient glass used. Faced with the battle-like existence and the great history of contemporary and traditional art, I expose the flaws and do not deliberately attack to force meaning. Words are to go with the flow, but as long as you have this body, you will always be sensitive to every moment of life, cook well, eat well, sleep well, and leave every ink stain well. It is the most indescribable ordinary but also a necessary condition for survival.

A few days ago, I told my students that the color of the word "brilliant" is sparkling, and its goodness is sparkling. The way my beloved treats me is that kind of sound, Brilliant Beauty! It's like seeing many things through his eyes, listening to him patiently talking about kindness. I feel like fireflies are appearing in the darkness, and then I see brilliant happiness, like his smell. I feel like I'm back home, and this must be the smell of home. I want to brew these smells into perfume and sprinkle it on the bed; if I can make it in large quantities, I will sprinkle it in the lonely carriages of the subway at night.

I saw a golden sea, and beside it was a shining dream.

I don't know what love is, but I can show my vulnerability in the company of someone who seems like love, and the pain always eases. Sometimes, I would want to stay in the golden light for a long time, so I painted the shining happiness, hoping that one day, I would be in a small town in the southern Mediterranean and look at the sparkling water with my beloved. I want to wear a yellow dress on the beach and the rocky shore, shout his name, put on the white hat he picked for me, and dream together, a dream without pain, injuries, and sadness.

A dream can last for a long time, so long that even stones burned by the sun are not a big deal.

I painted a series of weak landscapes and non-figurative scenes, carrying the love that made me a person, the kind of love that absorbs all your fragility and tolerance, making an adult weighing only 34 kilograms fragile but strong. Mountains, as water, can be called creators.