journey within

in these few months, preparing for an exhibition and making my own artist book, working and working, i dont know indeed i am very stressful, until one night i had a dream about having my suitcase with all the finalized book materials in, falling into the sea while i am getting on the ferry, straightly through the gap from the pier

sometimes, i try to postpone looking through my archive, as some works i was working with fear and despair and confusion...  

but at the same time, i am feeling i will work on something like that again in the future--- making a huge drawing about a journey through a dark and deep forest --- as it is no longer about myself, but in general about human beings, life, history