Wooden frame,Dioscorea juice, bar of Paper mulberry, Cable, red clay
The texture of bark is like a growth diary,describing the time changing, the trace of disaster and newborn.
The bark has different textures with patterns of thin or thick lines because of its ductility. The bark returns to life in its essential state by folding, pinching, pulling, pressing, and squeezing. The textures form new patterns developing into a landscape as if it is a hill, a valley or a stream in the geometric frame.
I use natural pigments to depict the imaginative landscape on the other side of bark trying to juxtapose realities and imaginations, artefacts and natures, and disappearance and existence.