As dwellers on the coast, people are blessed with the ciyptic sea. Its fitful ebb and flow grips me especially at the dead of night. Like our society, like our life, like the journey of art creation, this little-known briny is best-known for causing boundless fear and solitude.
'As a ceramicist, every clay I play is an episode of my solo voyage. Despite its sea-like vicissitudes, I still brave each episode, embracing bottomless possibilities.'
(The text is provided by the student)海浪規律地拍岸，看似刻板的波動又截然不同，零星地點綴靜謐的午夜，神秘的大海叫人孤獨、恐懼，如生活、如社會、如藝術創作。
