In my most recent works, I paint myself as someone who is enjoying a happy life. Real life, however, is not all happy. We are constantly faced with trouble, confusion, disillusionment and other unhappy feelings. The key is how we cope with this un-predictable world. At the end of 1994, my 21 year-old brother died. In the following years, I also lost all four of my grandparents. It was during this difficult period of rieving that I came to realize just how tiny and fragile we are as human beings. Pleasurable moments come and go within seconds. We should learn to appreciate these moments and love life so that our families can be proud of us. Things in life are uncontrollable; it jus depends on how we adapt to our environment.
 

Now in my thirties, I am becoming more determined and self-confident. I have always considered painting to be a relaxing experience, and I enjoy painting in a lively atmosphere. When I paint, I feel how lucky I am to be able to capturebeautiful moments on canvas. I like to depict a single expression, a single gesture or action, to capture a feeling that reflects myself in reality. Sometimes I cannot help laughing out loud. When I look at myself on canvas, it feels like the first time, during my thirty-odd years, that I really observe myself. Every time I finish a painting, it seems as though I have found myself once again, and I feel revitalized and inspired all over again.
A young Canadian guy once told me that my paintings look like they are from the West. I don’t know if that’s true because I have never been to any Western country. If there are similarities, it just shows that art is universal. Western artists are concerned with their lives, and I am concerned with mine. Life all over the world is the same. We are ust people painting.