a black dance-1611bd Painting

I love the beauty of formativeness of withering annual plants especially when I see them through the air. The combination of the beauty and the wind created a movement, and it came across in my mind as a dance. This is why I titled this project, ＆a Black Dance in the Air＊. The space on the work becomes the sky having light and the dark silhouette reflects plants' shapes.  I love those rough, simple, with unique formative lines, growing in the field because they are not like those rich, luxurious and trimmed-like as if fed in a flower shop. It seems to me that those withering plants are dying for another life, having more stories than the others. And the shapes that they form into the air always infatuate me.  I see the sublime beauty from the death through which they give life to the next generation, and the joys and sorrows from their last desperate struggle scattered in the cold air, sublimated into unique beauty. To convey this, I began to sketch them, write poems and make videos, but these were not enough to quench my thirst, which galvanized me to move on to a new realm where new material and ways waited for me. Mother-of-pearl bestowed me an inspiration of the way to express the changing sky, which gave tailwind to my new type of work.