《 Dancing Ink 》

Calligraphy was my first love when I was a child. I aspired to become a calligrapher when I was 13 and imagined when I grew up, I would become one of those hermit poets living on a beautiful mountain cliff, admiring the wondrous scenery all day long, writing calligraphy, drinking tea and writing poetry about peach blossoms and Autumn leaves.

Although I had continued to enjoy writing calligraphy and poetry, I never became a professional calligrapher nor a poet. I had, however, lived on the mountains with tree farmers, traveled to many stunning lands around the world to seek for that mountain cliff to bring me happiness. I was never able to find it wherever I was, until one day I stumbled upon the practice; I was finally awoken to see that the beautiful mountain cliff I had been searching for all my life, had always been available to me. The peach blossoms, the Autumn leaves, the floating clouds, the dancing sunlight... The endless Spring has always been there for me.