LI XIN

"As a child, I was able to see the Yellow River from my garden. The shadows of clouds looked like great moving flowers strolling along its surface. Boats on the horizon sailed among their petals and made me think of grains of rice. On the other side of the river, mountain peaks emerged from the infinity into which they fled before disappearing into the fog driving my imagination. The winds changed their direction, dragged me from my daydreams and so a new vision of boundless nature was revealed to me.

The nature that unfurls its wings in my vision is a constantly evolving metamorphosis. I am thus caught by the pettiness of my being in this fabulous space."