The Magic of Time

Time is a magic. It changes you silently and slowly without noticing, when the time you actually realize, you are not the one you used to be anymore.

After all these years, I like everything be simple and direct. I fall in love with the Minimalism, like edgy things. Back to a few years ago,I used to be the quite simple and childish one, loved all the fabulous, dreamy things, think about the world innocently and ignorantly, as if I live in some wonderlands. For sure my happy character influenced my paintings a lot, back then my painting was rough but delightful, however, if you ask me to paint like the old style again currently, I could never do the same way anymore, that’s also my choice- I paint for myself, not for pleasing anybody.

Stop being lazy, stop pleasing others,open the eyes to see what is happening on the planet, create things from your true mind…The creator need to suffer, be awake to get the passions and inspirations. well I don’t
think everyone should do it or understand it, unless you are a creator. after all, It is not that important anymore whether others understand you or not once you choose this road…also the”Dream” isn’t not that necessary–
–Perhaps we don’t even know anything about this “Reality”.