My works talk about the story of my mother in the past two years, how she came out of a desperate marriage and its ashes. My mother is like a flower in her menopause, with a kind of resistance and re-blooming of her own active choices. Heading for the second spring.
Through mixed mediums including watercolours, sketches, antique mirrors, and metal fragments, I try to create blurred and textured overlapping images that increase the viewer's understanding of the dimension of time. Overlapping images that aim to open up a contemplation of the nature of time.
By reconstructing the fragments in the painting, I try to describe these fragments as embers, traumas, and unpleasant memories of past mothers. Comparing introspection to pruning, these fragments are evidence of her second spring.
These fragments are also like embers, still flickering dimly in the fire, embers still burning in the heart， making her stronger and more beautiful.
