If you would ask me what my dream is, my answer would never be like being artist such as great ideal. Ten years ago, my dream was actually very simple. In those days, I didn't start to work with my mother so that we didn't have so many artworks yet, that I was hoping that I could learn more than five foreign languages and then travel all over the world. It seems that travel always appeals to the literary and artistic youth. Anyway, people would be attracted by something that is different and unfamiliar.
After we created almost a hundred artworks, and my dream was changed to having a big and beautiful house, which we would not only have a large studio, but there would be also a big and bright space to exhibit our artworks. Of course, I would decorate the house, like an artistic paradise, with all of my understanding of beauty so that I would never think of the outside world, no matter how fantastic it is, as long as I could live in my "paradise" .
Unfortunately, the dream is so far from reality that it is like the distance between the sun and the earth. Ten years have passed, except art and languages are always with me, I have neither had a trip free and easy, nor abundance in capital for taking a big house. Sometimes I even feel as if my original passion was fading, and my warm blood was getting cold. Dream? Does it just happen during the night?
Having said that, however, who would resist imagining their glorious future? Interestingly, what I had wanted never happened in the way that I could think of, but I was surprised by what actually happened tended to be better than I had expected, or more suitable for me. Maybe that is why dreams deserve to be owned. Hope is the greatest motivation to stimulate you to pursue what you want, and as soon as you do your utmost to get it, all of what you've done will be paid off, although the way of which rewards you often is unexpectedly.
I always said to my mom that we should have a great trip ever since we worked together. Strangely, it seems that we have always been doing so much work that we had no time to "enjoy life". Sometimes I don't even know what is so urgent that we have to be done. Actually, we are just more attracted by those artworks, which are unfinished or planned, than travelling. Finally, we admitted that we just don't as love travel as we thought. It seemed the most beautiful views were right in home since we allowed art into our world. Although we have no dream house, our "home" is also an artwork which needs us to create all the time.
We spent the whole year creating the subject of "Home" in 2018. We built a serene world of our own the way we always do, which is from wall decorates and quilts of sofa to small table-artworks. Our home is not luxurious, but the quiet and cozy air cheers me up every day. Isn't it a dream that comes true when you find happiness and joy at every moment? Suddenly, I felt relieved because I realized that my passion is still there. And my blood is still warm, but it's more like a river flowing quietly and gently than a fire which might burn me. I think that's the true appearance of life.
I was running around seeking a business path for our art like those of who care me suggested. However, I got nothing except weariness and anxiety. The nature of art explains that the artworks will never be popular commodities. Moreover, the central value of creating art is the passion the artists poured in, which is invisible and immeasurable.
So, I was often asked why I did want to do such a business without any profits? Honestly, I don't know why, maybe, we belong to those unlucky ones who are just good at useless matters, or maybe there is a voice deep in my heart that tells me that an invisible "life value" is more worth to concern than utilitarian values. Whatever it is, the truth is that the deeper you engage in your passions, the more value you get. At least, when we make our lives and souls rich enough, the spiritual freedom and real life are closer to us.