Statement

over there, where, the marvellousness is, even art could not make sense.

right here, where people create the life with lines of straining, even art could not make sense. there is only HãM*.

*HãM: some how like DAMN

Statement from the solo exhibition Dancer at Ryllega Gallery, 2005.

If ones want to see the miracle, they have to overcome the art.

If ones want to overcome the art, they have to know it.

If they want to know art, they have to understand love.

If they want to understand love, they need to have senses.

Senses are formed by cells.

Smaller than a cell.

Smaller.

Small to the infinite.

All the smallest things combine together to make up a bigger one.

Bigger,

bigger and bigger, big as a cell.

And still combine to a bigger thing.

Bigger,

bigger and bigger, big as a body.

And still combine to a bigger thing,

and bigger to the infinite.

Every cell of a dancer is arranged according to dancing structure. Every muscle and nerve harmoniously and emotionally bends and stretches in order to incarnate all their feelings. A dancing performance is an art piece and transportation from life to miracle.

When a small cell or even some thing smaller, much smaller than a small cell is hurt, the pain will make people stressful, stuck, confused, depressed, tired, angry and sluggish. Their feelings become dangerous.

If there is one smallest cell being hurt, many others will also be hurt and people will be hurt as well. They become stressful, interminably stressful, and stressful until the body is too heavy and tired to dance.

Statement from LIMDIM catalogue, 2009.