Media: graphite, pen, and ink.
Size: 30’ X 44’
Statement:
The Ivy plants cling to the trees. Every time when I raise my head, I see them hugging, embracing, and cuddling together to the grand trees that heads toward the welkin. They are verdure, vigorous, yet dependent. Sometime they died like the skeleton intertwined around the trees, while sometimes they burst with prodigious energy, heading their face towards the sunshine.
How do you know whether plants are dead or alive? The barks, branches, or the leaves stands still, silent, and withered with dark and morbid surface. It seems that they are the similar presentation of the human bones. Notwithstanding, they grow, change, dancing with breezes or weeping together with rainings. They are the lively form of the morbid. They are the metamorphoses of mortality.
