manifesto
我在这镜子里，摆着我所不能做到姿态，时而裸露，时而隐掩。
我开始变得冷漠得好像傍晚变蓝的山，当天空中聚散的蚊虫开始向光亮飞去，我看见他们摇曳着光的痕迹。
那些纷飞的孤寂，终是要回归温软的大地。
我要抓住这一瞬的叹息。
我宣布这个世界比你想得更自私，脱离母体，却像失去磁极的铁石，埋在广袤的山丘之下。
我用这尚存的一息，将蜷缩的世界扭曲。
我要歌唱冷漠、绝望、死寂和尚存的一息。
以及被人们抛弃的完整的肉体和不断分裂与重构的灵魂。
Sorry to be a human manifesto
I am before the mirror, I am trying to do some position which I can't do.Sometimes I naked, sometimes I hidden cover.
I start become a blank face like the mountain become blue in the evening.When the flying mosquitoes began to chasing the light.I see their traces swaying with the light.
Those swirling solitude,finally will return to the warm earth.
I want to seize the sign in this moment.
I declare that this world is much more self-awareness than you thought, separation of offspring from the body of the mother, like a lost magnetic pole stone, buried under the vast hills.
I use this remaining breathe to curl up in the world distorted.
I sing the apathy, despair, silence, and the remaining breathe.
And the abandoned complete physical body and the keep division and reconstruction soul.
1.illustration is safe space for me feel free to express.
2.illustration is the dig for me to discover the whole world which I am interested in.
3.illustration is the language for me to communicate with other strangers.
4.illustration is the clay.I can create a world and I can destroy a world.I am the god.
5.illustration is myself.
我开始变得冷漠得好像傍晚变蓝的山，当天空中聚散的蚊虫开始向光亮飞去，我看见他们摇曳着光的痕迹。
那些纷飞的孤寂，终是要回归温软的大地。
我要抓住这一瞬的叹息。
我宣布这个世界比你想得更自私，脱离母体，却像失去磁极的铁石，埋在广袤的山丘之下。
我用这尚存的一息，将蜷缩的世界扭曲。
我要歌唱冷漠、绝望、死寂和尚存的一息。
以及被人们抛弃的完整的肉体和不断分裂与重构的灵魂。
Sorry to be a human manifesto
I am before the mirror, I am trying to do some position which I can't do.Sometimes I naked, sometimes I hidden cover.
I start become a blank face like the mountain become blue in the evening.When the flying mosquitoes began to chasing the light.I see their traces swaying with the light.
Those swirling solitude,finally will return to the warm earth.
I want to seize the sign in this moment.
I declare that this world is much more self-awareness than you thought, separation of offspring from the body of the mother, like a lost magnetic pole stone, buried under the vast hills.
I use this remaining breathe to curl up in the world distorted.
I sing the apathy, despair, silence, and the remaining breathe.
And the abandoned complete physical body and the keep division and reconstruction soul.
1.illustration is safe space for me feel free to express.
2.illustration is the dig for me to discover the whole world which I am interested in.
3.illustration is the language for me to communicate with other strangers.
4.illustration is the clay.I can create a world and I can destroy a world.I am the god.
5.illustration is myself.
