There are more and more people in this world and less and less living space for us, a developing social problem. I feel nervous and fret when I face this. I’m trying to make myself be in suspension and float in the air, where I can draw on my notebook aimlessly. I do this because it’s the only way to extricate myself from pressure.
I draw my feelings on the tablecloth; place in it idyllic living scenes. It’s my attempt to bring my feelings of real life into my work: a place to escape to.