One mountain, two mountains, three mountains. The journeys of artists are over countless mountains. We peek between the self, the works and the world. We inquire into the essence, the meaning and the representation of works. On the long journey, searching, exploring and experiencing, we realize arts is more than an mountain—objective. It is mist—ambiguous. It is the journey, the process, the presence—abundant. We are on the way, always.
Three years, three months, three days. Time leads us to climb over the slopes and cliffs in the process. We are traveling through paper and pages, roaming around in the spectacular scenes, or floating in the river of images.