| The body is indeed beautiful, a container holding all flavors of life, a milestone marking all traces of time. God is the greatest artist. He created the human body—the most beautiful work of art. Yet humans are mindlessly leaving marks on their bodies. My body, having already lost its original look, is burdened with culture, history, and desire. Should I be angered or pleased? It no longer matters. Just let me add on another shoddy stroke. Perhaps when we are faced with perfection, we have a desire to destroy it. Yes it always stays so beautiful—fragile and strong. ime reminds me to forget. If there is no memory, there is no regret. Memories and regrets are burdens. It is life’s revenge on our minds. To forget is a gift for my inspiration. The way I see may be narrow, but it comes from my imagination. It may not come from real life experiences; it may be a fantasy. |  |
Li Bo
The body is indeed beautiful, a container holding all flavors of life, a milestone marking all traces of time. God is the greatest artist. He created the human body—the most beautiful work of art. Yet humans are mindlessly leaving marks on their bodies. My body, having already lost its original look, is burdened with culture, history, and desire. Should I be angered or pleased? It no longer matters. Just let me add on another shoddy stroke. Perhaps when we are faced with perfection, we have a desire to destroy it. Yes it always stays so beautiful—fragile and strong.
Time reminds me to forget. If there is no memory, there is no regret. Memories and regrets are burdens. It is life’s revenge on our minds. To forget is a gift for my inspiration. The way I see may be narrow, but it comes from my imagination. It may not come from real life experiences; it may be a fantasy. It first comes from a desire to create. When I finish a work, it should move myself, then others, to affect their behaviors and lives.
