The body of work tells a myth based on my family’s true experience since 1923. It starts with my grandfather, who killed three persons by mistaking them as reactionaries. Those works describe the special moments/occasions I experienced/ imagined as well as my struggle of my own identity, class and fear of confrontation. The investigation undertaken is the correlation between political vicissitudes and personal fate and its aftermath within the timeframe of China’s modern history (1930-current). The works also take a close look at the generations of people who make the best efforts to live through the tide of historical progression in an arbitrary regime. Those individuals speak for the moral code of each era. They are prudent, anti-criticism (on the surface), move forward slowly by working hard. They are liberal in the sense of protecting their processions, but they worship their own “God.” Obedience to absolute authority is their principle creed. They are beneficiaries of the noneconomic incentives (it is very sarcastic), namely, better housing, better food, opportunities for travel, education and medical treatment and even higher funeral standard. Meanwhile, they are extremely anxious about their family falling apart because of the unforeseeable power exertion. How to live “properly”, in other words, how act on dominant power’s constant changing consciousness and moral standard, is the only rescue for that generations of people to preserve themselves among all the political vicissitudes. They are struggling in a state of permanent fear, insecurity, and distrust. Personal fate and private assets become the result of the genetic, upbringing and chance. Thus, human nature has undergone manifold revolutions over the particular phase of history-persistent but perplexing, self-sufficient but overcautious.


The Captive Mind Czesław Miłosz

The Road to Serfdom F.A. Hayek


“To escape, they built a ship and accidentally buried human bones in the oars. It was a secret. It was not an indescribable boat, but it was strong enough to reeve the erratic winds and waves. They preserved the eggs in the moon palace they built on the ship. Eggs germinated and produced more eggs. Every egg has a warm nest where they grow and wait to decrease. The secret was buried with the first generation’s death. That day, the ship was surrounded by many monks, layers by layers, carried by the east wind and they sang for a day with no stop. The second generation picked up the oars and kept sailing along. They did not know whether the front was a vortex, land or endless sea with the roaring waves. The waves became higher, fortunately enough, their eggs were still there, breathing and continue to breed the fourth generation.”

the night, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 40x30in., 2019

 the funeral, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 30x40in., 2018

the house, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 30x40in., 2019

the tree, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 30x40in., 2019

the boat, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 32x32in., 2019

the dinner, Drawing on Glclee Print, Acrylic Frame, 30x40in., 2019