Lead-washed

Suspicion, pause, conflict

repeatedly testing the tolerance of the senses

Purposely reducing its hues to reveal a stripped solemn base

Although light and shadow seem to be frozen in time

one can still hear a faint ticking of the second hand or the rumbling of a heartbeat

The chaos of three angles and six surfaces is an entanglement of greys

The lead-washed earth and sky are like rising ink clouds, swelling and layering

Trowels grating, like a beauty gazing at the details of her makeup

The pen of the artist makes the simple interesting

The simple point, line and plane remove any immature posturing

and reveal the most realistic plot

before the focused lenses of the protagonist

Every upward, horizontal and downward look

rides upon the wings of the horizon, flying into the personal theater of the imagination

The unpredictable cloud lines that smudge the space

A single surface that stretches with its ripples

and the oversized mosaic of old pieces behind the dining table

enrich the layers within the tableau

The luster from the blue velvet sofa and metallic dining chairs

are like the Summer Triangle, a fascinating existence in every way.

We firmly believe that the relationship between design and space

is not a willful one-way street

All beautiful things come from an accumulation of countless trials

After all, a sharp blade comes from a grindstone

always ready to collide

Trial and error, grasping the right strength, walking the walk

and hoping one day to be in total command of oneself, without rush.