I am always shocked by street weeds. They find a tiny hole in asphalt, stone, or concrete and grow through it. They are everywhere in spring and summer. I learn a lot from them about life. Life is difficult, but we are also unbreakable. We are tougher than we think we are.
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These plants teach me to hold on when the situation is grave. In this series of watercolor paintings, I have depicted the humble life of street weeds and how I learn from them to love life no matter what.
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ٰVisual Poetry
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I am not just interested in them because of their peculiar situation. Their beauty and humility also inspire me. They are as sublime to me as an ocean or old trees of a forest. In a crowded and dirty megacity, They are the poetry of urban life:
A humble weed lies next to the curb. Its shiny green leaves defy the grayscale background.
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A Symbol for My People
My people are depressed, exhausted, and angry. But they are still struggling and not giving up. These still-lifes are symbols of their courageous effort to love life and fight for the future.
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