Please patiently listen to!

People often say the artists paint by their eyes, but I – myself do not understand why I paint by my ears. I often sit alone, close my eyes and listen to the sound from the life, from the memory, listen to the echo from somewhere…
“The wind from somewhere is same to the echo of time immemorial…
My way I am walking has imprinted a lot of the people….
The blades of grass, foot of the trees are quivering as talking together…
The rustle of the storks in the sky is same to calling for the freedom…”
Suddenly, I am aware of something which….


Updated on November 8th 2010...