“Irreversibility of Irretrievability”—this is what I feel lately. This is also what I’ve perceived recently during the course of conceiving ideas. The development of creating is a series of irreversible chemical reactions; once it’s started, it is impossible to be reversed. From underpainting, taping, coloring, removing tapes, repeated piling to placing objects, creating is like a marathon: the only choice is straining to cross the finishing line. Quitting or leaving is never an option. Meanwhile, I desire to collect the pieces of my life by creating. I believe in karma, and our karmic actions lead to one another. Cause and effect. It’s fate that brings us together, yet it is fate as well that tears us apart. These people, events, and objects nurture my life, while my works serve as the carriers that record stories of life and trails of fate. I am in fear of separation; I live in dread of losing; hence, during the process of creating, I selfishly include the stories and trails in my works. I want to fight, flight against losing, against separation as well as the transformation of myself. When I create, it requires quite an amount of labor-intensive activities; at the same time, it is necessary for me to maintain focused and absolute, as if an ascetic, who has to resist temptations and ignore interruptions. Hence, my solo show—“Irreversibility of Irretrievability.”