《幽幽我心》 005号針管筆，帆布 《My Lasting Heart》 005# Pen, Canvas
“My heart was toward the moon, but who knew the moon would show the ditches. Those who know me say my heart is sick, those who do not know me ask what I lack.” Inside a melancholy appearance is the fragile and sensitive heart of a child.
People think I never draw self-portraits but I actually often paint self-portraits, each with a different appearance. Self-portraits are for both self mockery and self adoration.
I think I am still a child.
I do not like big crowds. I do not like the embarrassment of not having anything to say or not saying witty lines, or offering unfriendly greetings. I cannot stand my goose bumps when I feel disgusted, saying things I do not mean, or not admitting error. There are always endless excuses or endless dreams, feeling hot-headed, not understanding things that do not catch my interest, or being moved to tears by strange things…
Am I still a child?