Jigsaw- Puzzle (Traces - 04/2021)

Jigsaw - Puzzle is the title of the artwork composed of eighteen pictures painted each at a morning.  

It was about my inner mind and the outer world. Recently I have changed my attitude of painting. Instead of imitating picturesque images that I used to see through the seascape, I tried to express my unhappy feelings onto the paper through brush strokes.  

Springtime is humid. Though it was still dark, being disturbed by the cooking nuisance of the neighbors, I could not sleep properly during the nighttime. Then I climbed up to the rooftop for a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately that the weird cooking odor has occupied to pollute the rooftop ahead of me. 

In disregard to the undesirable situation, I preferred to stay at the rooftop where I see the vast openness rather than being confined within the limited space in my apartment, where the unpleasant smell makes me feel sick.  Occasionally I might need to hold my breath, but the serenity of the morning gives me a sense of peace while waiting for blue moment to creep in at dawn. 

I have no intension to make plan of the day early in morning, as advised by the Chinese senior, but to see the gorgeous scene when the sun casts light behind the mountain ranges, tinting the clouds pale orange and then within seconds it flushes the sky in vibrancy. Then I was amazed to see the incident in the first, then second and the third mornings until I fell in love with the magnificence. The impulse to maintain the dramatic significance of nature was getting strong. Therefore I pursue to reserve the uniqueness not just in memories but also in the sights of brush marks. However the momentum of nature was not for me to race while the wonder diminishes in minutes before I could capture them under my brushes, and consequently I needed to capture the phenomenon in fast and furious strokes, which kindles my emotion to release the anxiety, arose by the inconsiderate neighbors.  

I began to feel curious about the splendor of the immeasurable nature. I adore the elegance of the morning scene in good weather, but feel awkward when it rains. However the gale wind might carry drops of drizzle to flit onto the painting to subsequently convert it into a scene of mystique.  

Daytime in summer is long. When I saw the mountain ranges still appear in patches of silhouettes, I heard the mini bus beep urging the passengers to hurry, the driver yelled instruction to his colleague to operate the dump truck, also sweeping noise of the bamboo broom wafted from the podium. In despite to all the humanities, the birds also chirped to join in tune harmonizing the lyrical seascape. Meanwhile either under the unpredictable conditions of the weather or the mischievous of mankind, I depict the visual images tinting with local colors, moods, sounds as well as smell intervening each other in an unbreakable tie.