Why these patterns rather than others? I don’t know. One thing leads to another.

I choose these interlaced patterns, whether strange or familiar, and watch them encounter each other following some random logics. I wonder where they would turn and when I should call it quits.

I record the process from the very beginning repeatedly, then scrap them and start all over again. Through constant polishing, a new yet certain look will evolve eventually.

The process is organic and elements are being developed gradually. The uniqueness of materials and my own work on it create what it is, with ambiguous taste, chaotic thought and senses of undertone and tranquility.

If Man plans and God laughs, then let it be. It's freedom.