The atmosphere of Wanchai underground art has widespread making the mind more floating. There was new inspiration coming to inner feeling of the tiring existence. In this space the eyes have crossed again. White and black. Like a mirror in the rush of passing people through life’s race.

Sharp lines, raven hair, headline-grabbing eyes in the muscular body have been transformed into unclear state… It was enchanting as it has released the metaphysical sensibility of him. It lasted quite considerable moment. The melting-emotional state of the person in the above picture seemed real. It has opened up the flow of series. I’ve got impressed by the artist.

Looking at the set of pictures we have a feeling the moments are frozen. That’s how it is called; "The frozen fusion series” represent a young man and woman that pose together but separate as they look at different directions. This play makes me think about Valtari film experiment by Christian Larson. Watching the context upside-down, we are able to get the point. It is artistic mirror of our reality – dance of a couple with all these thoughts, fascination, emotions, lights that come to a common choreography full of passionate movements. It ends up with pose of having sb in the back and looking straight forward at one’s direction, fighting own life.

I would suggest you to turn on this song while reading the following essay...  

An artist is individualist. It is about different perception of the surrounding world. Everyday’s life is transformed to looking for special experience and lasting in it. It comes to spiritual form of being, not religion rules. It is about sense of freedom. Out of any scheme. Such existence is airy-fairy. It is overwhelming though. Emotional impulses are over rational balance. There is noise around, people waste words, constant calculations… Capitalism. The world is full of delusions of grandeur of oneself. The artist escapes from this world and shows subjective truth. That is outsider who does not have to use painting to communicate but the nuances in-between the perception of sight.

The artist is observer who looks for contrasts in life. Existence between water and fire brings the palette of colours to one’s soul and release the inner power for creation of things. Hope is all the artist needs to create. Art shall always be progressive. Even if artwork fills one’s mind with depression.

Love is a killer and the hope as well. Emotional movements come to inner earthquake. That is the reason of being. Trauma, hapiness... the movement...moments and reminiscences. Love is inspiration. It is everywhere or nowhere.

The artist is a magnet, the muse. Being an artist is art itself. No one’s perception is the same, therefore everyone is an artist.