All humanity is “the defendant” in the face of nature.
Better, better, better, it really could be better; less, less, less, it really could be less boring. Past, present, future, right, wrong, happiness, sadness, beauty, death, life… Endless, endless, endless problems bring about more problems. That’s the world we live in. I don’t like it, but I still love it.
I wonder what’s the world like before humanity exists—a world stranger than the future. Nature and humanity have been inseparable ever since their first encounter. Enjoying all natural resources, humanity seems dominating the world, and is damaging the nature at the same time. Of course nature takes revenge on humanity. All humanity is “the defendant” in the face of nature.
Everyone has their own way of living. Everyone has their own way of expressing. Expressing through painting is like whispers of the old—gentle and full of concern. No one cares, no one responds; No care and respond are needed.