作畫時，總傾向使用輕巧簡單的文具，而不是厚重的油彩。它們給我一種能夠握的親密感。一路與它們相處，想到它們無外乎關於消耗和折舊。作品因它們而得以誕生，但它們卻一步步的走向死亡。於是想說說它們的故事。例如因錯誤而存在卻因為錯誤而耗盡生命的塗改液、為了作畫而喪失表皮的鉛筆、找不到另一半的印章、一生嚷著自己快要斷氣的墨水筆、殘障的直尺。我的重述是蒼白的，我其實不過提供一具具屍體。

I always like stationeries. I prefer their simplicity to the finery of paint. They give me a sense of intimacy. Throughout these years, I sadly notice that their fates are nothing but deterioration and consumption. I created artworks out of their sacrifices. So I want to tell their stories: A correction pen exists because of mistakes which exhaust its own life, a pencil losing its skin in order to draw, a stamp in search of its perfect match, a marker pen yelling for death, a disable ruler… My re-telling is pale; I only provide a set of corpses.   
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masturbaters
pencil on paper, pencil scrap, pencil
The drawing: 3" x 13" each
The box: diameter 2" each
2010

鉛筆給剝皮截斷，只為述說我們的事故。今次我卻讓這三枝不可方物的鉛筆，以一生來描繪它們自身的皮相。
I used three beautiful pencils to record their own beauty with their whole life.

voiding life
correction pen and rubber on paper
9.5" x 10.5"
2010

it really doesn't matter.
rulers on paper
9.5" x 10.5"
2010

till the day I find you.
ink on paper
7.5" x 6" each
2010