This idea comes from a scene I witnessed when I was a child, in the countryside during the Lunar New Year, where the whole village had a feast. It was the first time I had ever seen such a large number of roasted geese arranged so neatly, and the shock I felt from that moment, resonates to this day. 

The creation of this work began with me chancing an upward gaze upon the city. When the green dust-proof gauze at construction sites fluttered in the wind, it resembled undulating mountain ranges stretching through the concrete jungle. This discovery of an inverted perspective allowed me to re-examine the urban landscape. The landscapes we yearn for may well already exist in another form within the crevices of daily life. Here, I endeavour to capture this fleeting illusion, juxtaposing the ethereal ‘green mountains of gauze’ with ‘sky-water’ through ink wash. This constructs a realm where heaven and earth are inverted, while reality and illusion intertwine. When the wind ceases, the gauze resumes its original state. Yet, should we choose to observe from another angle, the entire city may at any moment become a flowing landscape scroll. 

This work originates from a simple yet profound sensory experience: the persistent dark shadow lingering in my vision after gazing directly at the sun. Using ink as the medium, I have imprinted this fleeting perception into an eternal visual dialogue, directly recreating the gradual transition of the shadow from its dense darkness at the core to its gradual dissipation into the surrounding light. What is reproduced here is not the sun itself, but the scorching mark it left in my eyes, a shadow that continues to grow even after the light has faded.