Here in the pain zone there is no cure for our pain.
It's not clothes to take them off, it's not a shout that we can speak it loudly, our pains are inexpressible, they're hidden...
However don't forget us!
Tell others there were people in the pain zone who know when to dance with spring breeze and when to cry with falling autumn leaves, when playing like a child and when fighting bravely, when to kiss and when to kill... !
Everything here in the pain zone is intertwined and complicated.
This work is a physical piece and 50*50 cm in size. It is mixed media(ink, pen, pencil, marker, gauche...)
