The Birth 2
This painting is a fountain of origin, where aqua light rises and drifts through the canvas as though it has found a passage into the visible. At its heart, a blue mist softly breathes, and from that hush life begins to pour, not in a rush, but in a steady, luminous unfolding. The surrounding colour folds around it like water remembering how to hold, like ocean and pond at once, cradling everything in a slow, liquid embrace. Sound seems to recede here. Edges soften. The mind grows quiet, as if submerged in a calm that cleanses without force. You are bathed in amniotic light, carried back to the source, to that first tenderness where existence is still unnamed, and safety is simply the way the world feels.
诞生 2
这幅画像一眼生命之泉，清澈的水色在画面里缓缓涌动，仿佛通过一处柔软的门洞，把“生”带到可见之处。蓝色的中心像雾一样轻轻呼吸，生命从那里悄然流出，不急不躁，只是持续地流淌。层层的水光与气息把一切温柔包裹起来，像海，也像池塘，深处有一种安静的回声，让心绪慢慢沉下去，变得澄明、宁静。你仿佛正在被水抱着，像在羊水里沐浴，回到最初的源头，回到生命尚未被世界命名之前的那片柔软与安稳。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
50.8cm x 76.2cm
2025
This painting is a fountain of origin, where aqua light rises and drifts through the canvas as though it has found a passage into the visible. At its heart, a blue mist softly breathes, and from that hush life begins to pour, not in a rush, but in a steady, luminous unfolding. The surrounding colour folds around it like water remembering how to hold, like ocean and pond at once, cradling everything in a slow, liquid embrace. Sound seems to recede here. Edges soften. The mind grows quiet, as if submerged in a calm that cleanses without force. You are bathed in amniotic light, carried back to the source, to that first tenderness where existence is still unnamed, and safety is simply the way the world feels.
诞生 2
这幅画像一眼生命之泉，清澈的水色在画面里缓缓涌动，仿佛通过一处柔软的门洞，把“生”带到可见之处。蓝色的中心像雾一样轻轻呼吸，生命从那里悄然流出，不急不躁，只是持续地流淌。层层的水光与气息把一切温柔包裹起来，像海，也像池塘，深处有一种安静的回声，让心绪慢慢沉下去，变得澄明、宁静。你仿佛正在被水抱着，像在羊水里沐浴，回到最初的源头，回到生命尚未被世界命名之前的那片柔软与安稳。
Oil on Canvas
布面油画
50.8cm x 76.2cm
2025
