只不過是因為活著

just because we're alived

人生是希望與失望的循環，而希望跟失望是我們把自己一層層地跟外界不斷地進行交換的需求，及之後必要的捨棄。活著這件事本身並沒有也不需要什麼意義，但是我們對生死的焦慮，使得我們有詮釋的渴望，也可說是一種被死亡催生的使命感。每個時期的作品，都見證了某個形象，某個信念，某個連結的盛開及幻滅，而內在所經歷的被遺棄感及被否定感，在物換星移後遺留下來，像是蒸散後剩餘的渣籽，鋪散成了畫面。創作並不代表著理解或超越，只是鑄寫每個渴求及失落的時刻，了解這些不過是一種日常，沒有目的，沒有終點的循環，然而，是美麗的。

Life is a cycle of hope and disappointment, and hope and disappointment are the need for us to exchange ourselves with the outside world layer by layer, and the necessary abandonment afterwards. The matter of being alive doesn’t have and doesn’t need any meaning, but our anxiety about life and death makes us have a desire for interpretation, which can also be said to be a sense of mission that is motivated by death. The works of each period have witnessed the blooming and disillusionment of a certain image, a certain belief, a certain connection, and the sense of abandonment and negation experienced inside, which is left behind after things change, like what remains after evaporation The dross seeds spread into the picture. Creation does not mean understanding or transcendence, but just forging every moment of desire and loss. Understanding these is just a routine, without purpose, and endless cycle, but it is beautiful.