■ 像子彈從槍口衝出－碰、碰、碰。穿透豐腴的土壤表面，進入質變的程序中，綠色擠出火紅堅硬的殼，生命氣味由夾縫裡滲出… 生命的氣息不間斷地哇哇叫！誕生是痛苦與喜悅的交織，是生存過程的前奏，死亡等同於誕生的感覺效應，有無數的子彈在人體裡、空氣中穿梭…
■ 繁殖，是生命存在延續的要素。創作跟生孩子一樣，必須歷經長期的孕育… 最後，順產或難產？其生命力是否旺盛？其精神能存在多久？仍是未知數。
■ 人生産人。人生産作品，作品生産意念，意念生産精神，精神生産生命，生命生産存在… 創作是為了繁衍人的精神存在，讓生命擴散出肉體的侷限範圍，產生更多的人、生命體、精神象徵、永恆存在… 解決肉體腐朽敗壞的存在問題。
■ 碰、碰、碰，子彈從槍口衝出－掃射火紅堅硬殼上的綠色，生命氣味由夾縫中滲入土壤深層… 生命的氣息不間断地哇哇叫！死亡等同於誕生的感覺效應，有無數的子弹在人體內、空氣中穿梭…
■ Like innumerable bullets rushing out of a gun’s muzzle – boom. boom. boom. They penetrate the surface of the fertile soil and bring about the process of birth. From the spent red shell, the green growth of life begins and breath of life seeps through the holes. The breath of life smokes endlessly from the muzzle and the soil! Birth is an interweaving of pain and joy, a prelude to our life process and in many ways the equivalent to process of death. They penetrate the surface of the fertile soil and bring about the spark of life.
■ This lunar year, in January, my daughter was born. When I took the first picture of her after birth, I had a strong feeling that she was the most real piece of my life. She could cry, laugh, feel hunger, be naughty, defecate, sleep, think and breed. . .
■ Reproduction is an essential factor for the continuation of life. Like giving birth to children, creation must go through the same long period of gestation. In the end, there is the unknown factor every creator must face, whether a birth will be successful or a dystocia. After birth, will this being be vitality strong? How long can their spirit exist?
■ Human beings produce human beings. Human beings produce artwork, artwork produces ideas, ideas produce spirits, spirits produce life, life produces existence. . . Man produces artworks as a means of propagating the existence of the human spirit, thereby allowing life to break free from the limitations of the physical body. In this way, an artist solves the problem of existence when the body begins to falter and decay by existing through their spiritual symbols, creative works and influence. In this way, they will live on in eternal existence and overcome death.
■ Boom. boom. boom, bullets rushing out of a gun’s muzzle - peppering the ground from a fiery shell. The smell of birth infiltrates into the soil through the cracks. . . The breath of life smokes endlessly from the muzzle and the soil! The process of death is equivalent to birth. There are innumerable bullets traveling in the human body and in the air. . .