This work is a summary of my residence experience in France. What I saw and heard during that three months has deepened my consistent recognition of existentialism, the same as painting, which is meaningless in itself, all of the meanings are artificially attached. I try to disrupt and reorganize the colors extracted from my favorite works, to overlap, cover and smear all my chaotic thoughts onto the canvas. I find rules and fun under the situation of unordered mess, veiling these gorgeous colors with a layer of mist, seemingly blossoming, but still like 'the Truman show'. I keep the balance between the clear and the hazy, leaving a blank space in between of the intentional and the unconscious. This blank may be a crack or a bit of purity, among the clutters of colors, if you can find one eye to stare at one another for a long time, then you have somewhat seen through the painting.
