There is scenery that stays inside me.
The sound of rain soaking into the earth, undistinguishable memories of desert, sky and sea, precariously hanging leaf, pale petal, gentle evening light, a seat somebody would have passed, objects under the trail of time...
Those are the sceneries that knock on my heart, sometimes as a falling darkness, other-times, as a shining sunlight.
Likewise, these sceneries in my mind stimulate my imagination in painting and flow into my canvas at a right time while floating around my consciousness in certain forms, colours and imageries. Exhalation of painting and erasing is just like how waves never come in same forms.
Coincidental images are unexpectedly filled and emptied like that. Then, there is the time of patience in between them. As I start to gently stare at and talk to the painting, at one point I no longer feel I am the one painting it, but that the painting is now leading me. That is the moment when I do not have to fight myself any more.