You ask me where to go? You ask me where to go? I'll tell you, eventually, to be smashed to pieces is what I look like. On earth there's a bird without feet which can only be flying and flying. If tired, he sleeps in the wind. And there is only one chance touching the earth when he enters the realm of Nirvana. He searches for the essences from all things and let them blend into blood. Gliding between heaven and earth and feeling the presence of neither dying nor being born，he really doesn’t know what annoyance is. Leaving the body and flying into the world of neither being dirty nor being clean, neither being increased nor being decreased, he is sure to come back in a more brilliant way, like the regeneration of summer flowers. You ask me where to go? I'm still on the road to the other side where I would like to dedicate myself to what I’m pursuing. I'll go straight to that place. My style of photography begins from the end of one form, but is freeze-framed at another. You can strongly feel the enlightenment of religion from the course of his formation of style. Outside of the picture, you can read Wong kar-wai’s film and Cui Jian’s rock, one’s mumbling to himself, thinking and walking, recurrence，change and even reincarnation. You can simply focus on the image itself, and you can also deduce everything possible from it. All things belong to one world, heaven and earth all originate from that dense knot and all forms and styles come from one law. So, what you see has already disappeared, can you know where it is from, and where it is to go?
