When people stick to the earth will appear small, but there is always a gentle and innocent texture.
When I saw the scene of Karamay, my heart was enlarged by the world far beyond the picture: the brilliant Milky Way, the moon rising under the forest, the smell of horses, the smell of cattle and sheep, so empty and spiritual, so free and compassionate.
For thousands of years, human beings will not change their respect for the vast earth. No matter what form we draw the things on this land, we will always tread on this area between record and fiction, just like a director of “quasi-fictional record film”, who carefully controls the reality and inner reality as an outsider.
If my painting really seems to make you shrink your head and purp your mouth, and feel the empty, distant and strange land of Karamay, which is northwest to north, then I will feel very relieved…
