More than half a century ago, deep within the Tianshan Mountains of Xinjiang, a young shepherd leaned against the sheepfold, keeping watch through the night. He beat on a sheet of metal to ward off wolves while his eyes lifted to the heavy, silent stars above. He wished so deeply to climb past that vast sea of stars and see what lay beyond—but he fell asleep.
半个多世纪前，新疆天山深处，有个年轻牧人靠在羊栏边守夜。他一面敲铁皮吓唬狼，一面仰看繁星沉重，他多想翻过那片群星，去看看不知道，可是他睡着了。
My Attitude Toward Painting
The sacrifice lies calmly on the altar. The shaman, with practiced hands, opens his chest with a stone blade. He longs to see the unknown realms beyond the sun.
A Picture I Long to Paint
Though painted by hand, it appears as if shaped by nature itself.
As if echoing from a time before time, it draws us into the vast silence of a prehistoric world.
我对绘画的态度
牺牲者平静地躺在祭坛上，巫师用石刀熟练地划开他的胸膛，他很想看清太阳后面的东西。
希望能画这样一张画
尽管是架上画，视觉上并非架上画。
似乎把人带入远古。
At some point in life, everyone experiences a few fleeting moments of rare inner clarity—yet they almost always vanish before one becomes aware of them.
Gazing at the sky in the depth of night—there is void, breath, form, and substance. Can painting ever be this?
A rare movement of thought, seeking the point of convergence between the cosmos, religion, nature, and individual life.
任何人在其一生中或者某一时期都会闪现出那么几次特殊的精神活动，又总是在他她还没有觉悟前就已经消失了。
深夜时凝视天空，空洞、有气、有象、有物，画能如此吗？
特殊的思维运动，在宇宙、宗教、自然与个体生命之间找到结合点。