I look for new friends by digging out from my memories. My artworks in a way have become my friends,too.Mixing in harmony and disharmony,I dig from my memories imperfect vague and dear figures. I make a roadmap to meet them,but trying to go ahead, my first plan becomes dim and of no use. Besides, as time passes away,sometimes I feel frustrated trying to obey the map. There is no way except to not follow the first map. Something inside me says it's OK to turrn away from the original map. Finally,when the time comes, is there a new friend? It looks either like a harbor, a resting spot or the journeys end. But by some chance, I am aware they are on a new starting point. 2014.6.3