Leaving aside some special and exquisite skills, calling oneself an artist is just with a very low threshold. However it is only on this basis, the desire of expression, that later one can talk about talent, aesthetics, and technique or profession. 

Making sculptures satisfies my curiosity. It goes hand in hand with internalizing myself, a turning point so to speak, both as an initial and a result of internalizing, like looking in the mirror. The attributes of sculpture itself hitted me, independent, timeless, at the present but shouldering the past and the future, actual objective, palpable physical existence. Sometimes the bluntness of words makes me feel suffocated and ashamed; those kind of non-negotiable feeling is instinctively uneasy. Well, the distance between sculpture and self-expression is proper, decent and elegant. 

The sculptures seem to be my alter ego, my guardians in this universe.