Paintings

Reducing to the essentials was my main concern this time. In short, my whole creative process was scraping, shaving and squeezing in order to reach the vital essence. Any extras were removed from my canvas. Also, I feel I've reached the point in my life when I can do a bit of reflection on myself, casting eyes to the future potentials. I realize too much scrubbing and scraping would not do any good, because the canvas would be wavering like a little boat lost in the vast ocean. Suddenly I realized some amazingly fascinating shapes would appear, when I hold the canvas from behind. I try to scrub the surface. Now I see the real surface, the lines and shapes would start dancing happily. I try and try again, harder and harder, my hands keep on scrubbing, until I lost the sense of time completely. Finally, all the colors have vanished; there is nothing left but "black and white."