I have actually been dreaming of being an outdoor scientific researcher . That is to say: I have freedom to live and travel in an outside, natural world so that I am able to enjoy the natural life, sleeping and eating outdoor under sky. More often than not, I imagine myself to wander around at a tranquil night studying a stone, a piece of leaf or a butterfly and things like that .Meanwhile, meditating in nature and to record down whatever I feel important and impressive.(this kind of thought reminds me of the American writer Vladimir Nabokov who I admired so much and would last for good). Therefore, whatever I read something related to him in the media, I tented to connect myself to him and this mental state would trigger my imagination which would go wild and wander on and on in the artistic and spiritual world..

　　I devoted my life to the art of woodcutting, due to the environment of my early life in child hood. I started drawing and painting while still a little boy. Interestingly , even till now, I still kept the childhood-habit of sketching down some worriers fighting one another, before my bed time.

　　I sill recalled the day when I filled in the enrolling forms after my college entrance exams, making choice of my college major. My first choice was: to study of art. And the second one was to be a police, and the last choice of my future profession was to learn how to become a chef. Now, my first interest has become my current profession which is fine art, and the later two interests and wishes have become my favorite TV programs after dinner in the evening. Anyway, when I recall my choice of profession, I still believe that: if I took the profession of being a police or a chef, I also could do a good job in either of the two occupation, and I even thought that I might be a better “artist ” in both said professions.

　　This sort of uncertainty or unstable attitude towards choosing my profession, would have a strong impact on my current profession as an artist, and on my artistic creative activities. To be an artist of woodcut, does not mean that I have dreamed of becoming of a superb artist in this area. At least, when I was a student in the woodcut department, my real interest was more in drawing rather than woodcutting. I even tried to create artwork with pure black and white drawing media and technique. Based on that kind of bold art intuition and impulse, I applied the skills of drawing into woodcutting with inner instinct. For a quite while, I put most my efforts, observation, acts and ideas in art creations, not based on the goal of achieving perfections, but based on accumulation and experiencing in everyday life to support this “artistic gambling”. My habit of reading broadly, crazing about movies and the love of music, have gradually implanted into the gap of my artworks of black woodcut. This creative process is just like being at a dark night with a rage storm, when raindrops falling onto the ground, causing white dots of light, which would create the incredible and rarely-found beauty and charm; This process also resembles the song sung loudly by a stranger wandering in wilderness, and it happened to be heard by you who is the only audience at the moment; This is also like a sadden young man who has been walking along the riverside, and all of a sudden, it appeared that his lover is waiting for him under a tree ; It is like th a farmer who ,after a hard day’s work, fell asleep on the grass-ground and his child was yelling loudly by his side; It is like a late autumn night when people are sitting circling a outdoor fire, talking on and on till dawn light breaking; It is like that when you are facing the puzzling and confusing world yet you still take a firm-attitude to accept the challenging; It is like the moment when an office clerk dancing with the radio-music and you being a co-work at the sight has no idea what you should do. Ii is like a person who got lost on his way and pick up a big stone running on this crazy planet……

　　I have been doing my work like this and have been indulging in this process. The art of woodcutting will grow continuously, when the time goes by, and it will always let your thought come out from nowhere. Meanwhile, it persists in letting go some more of your past memories, mysteriously and proudly.