Art is enough to draw me out of my silent exile. When literature can’t reach my heart, as it always does, I forget words, and create the art. When music can’t comfort me, the way which comforts me for sixteen years, I put down my cello, and take my brush. Whenever I manage not to forget that silence, I make it resound by different means of art.
Three passions have governed my creation: the devotion to literature because of the immersive experience of reading, the perception of music because of searching the parallel soul of mine, and unquenchable pity for the humankind because of the awareness of their suffering. The three passions almost influence every decision I make. The first gives me the consistent enthusiasm to discover the world’s abundance; the second grants me the ability to receive the most delicate quivering of spirit; the last affords me the indestructible courage to hear the pain all around me and seek to heal the wound.
Human meditation has no limits; at its own risk and peril, it analyzes and produces its own bedazzlement. There are in the world men who distinctly perceive on the horizon of the Absolute of art, and have the terrible vision of the mountain of the Infinite of life. The scene just can happen in the dream, the landscape that no one can step on, the creature that I am the only person can touch… I am addicted to creating my world. The curiosity to explore the secret and unknown is one of the most powerful stimulations for my artistic creation. I have been trying to understand who I am, what my connections with the world are, and what the meaning of life is. I am highly sensitive to human emotions. I try to convey them through the different uses of forms, media, and materials. Finally, paintings, ceramics, and sculptures, each of them doubtless feels called upon to shape my emotional world.
Art is a weapon that defends the creeds, and also a shield that allows me never be able to renounce the light. When I ask why my life is full of uncertainties, the art says ‘it is possibilities’; when I ask why one’s heart should bear so much, the art says ‘that is the origin of courage.’ I hear the answer when I’m creating. The answer that does not just speak to one particular moment but speaks for all time, speaks to all of my personalities which devote themselves to the art in different ways but does speak to them—that is to say, does proffer its claim to speak truth, the truth of the awareness for the past, the courage for the present, and the assertion for the future. When I’m creating, I hear the answer.