what sleeps in the rock,
dreams in a plant,
lives in an animal,
i like these sentence, and before i got suggestion that to read the poem of john donne, he also wrote a beautiful poem about soul,
when i making things, i always avoid myself to understand too much about my work. the process is like this: i got an idea, then i found a way to express it, and i try to maintain it in a level that i knew there is something behind it, but i dont want to know what exactly it is, i afraid to limit my work`s ablity of openness by my limit knowledge and limit experience.
so i always stay in an state of unclear mind, it seems like i have a child, if i want to know all the mind of him/her i can easily know, but i keep it in unknowing, so him/her has kind of mystery things that could attract me。