燒蝕  煙燻  刷塗  作舊  歲月輾轉熟成的胎記
從樸拙到奢華  自輝煌至晦損  時光反覆倒敘  停格  快轉
新與舊  快與慢  閃耀與陰鬱  迴盪異次元矛盾的囈語
燭輝點點  一場匐匍於時間腳下的獻祭
Welding, smoking, painting the marks of time maturing
From simplicity to luxury, resplendence to damage, time plays in flashback, pause, fast-forward and repeat
New and old, fast and slow, brilliant and gloomy
are the ravings that echo of a different dimension
The candles and their flame are a sacrificial ritual that crawl at the feet of time

彷彿複印了中世紀  由古鑠今  某個時空交疊瞬間的黑白剪影
細膩而立體的素描工筆  即興勾勒場域肌理  
光影明滅  景深撲朔  自有一番轉折情緒
奢華的金影如鬼魅
在蒸騰煙霧裡  上下飄忽游移
蹁躚在真實與夢境邊界的獨角獸啊
那驚鴻一瞥的娉婷  是否能修成人間永恆
Like a carbon copy of the Middle Ages, it has shocked the ancients and dazzled the contemporaries, black and white shadows intercrossing in space
Delicate and three-dimensional sketch strokes outline the textures impromptu
Light and shadows flicker, depth of field blur, full of changing emotion
Sumptuous golden shadows, like ghosts
Waver and float in the misty smoke
Oh, the unicorn that prances on the frontier between reality and dream
That graceful demeanor which I glimpsed, might it become a constant of the human world?

伸手可及的斑駁  皆是歷經火舌熏炙、舔舐的怵目痕跡
冷靜灰階設定  精緻而憂鬱的構成
予感官豐富刺激  以紀錄材料崩解  重生  轉化
天  地  壁  從此糾纏成情節緊湊的蛛網  
而空間處處隱約金光  像極了清晨的網上露珠
The palpable mottle is the haunting mark of devouring fire
The sober greyscale is formed exquisitely and with melancholy
Giving the senses a rich stimulus to document the decay, rebirth and transformation of material
Ceiling, floor and wall form the terse plot
The faint golden gleam is like dewdrops on a morning web

散置如彗星的微光與燭火對話  勻出最宜懷舊的溫度
唯一理性的存在  只剩角落邊上一抹暗夜湛藍
寶藍沙發的絲絨光澤  伴隨著舒適膚觸
那華麗與神秘  令人遙想二零年代的沙龍繾綣
Scattered glimmering comets converse with candlelight, fueling the appropriate ambience for nostalgia
The last remaining rational existence is the night azure in the corner
The sapphire velour’s shimmer and soft touch
That luxury and mystery reminding one of the salon intimacy of the 1920’s

不想盲從主流擺弄  不改掙脫桎梏的念頭  
但究竟是末日前的反芻
還是本心初始的救贖？
創作者翻攪思緒  一如既往渾沌糾結
不厭其煩的多工嘗試  淬就皮層工藝  
黏稠  沈鬱氛圍  加上強迫性排序  
獻祭的隆重儀式  不分晝夜持續進行
Not wanting to be tampered with by mainstream, not changing the will to break free of the fetters
Is this the rumination of the end of times
Or the salvation of one’s conscience?
The artist turns over his thoughts, which are as chaotic as always
Tirelessly experimenting to distill his craftsmanship
Heavy, gloomy ambience paired with compulsive arrangements
The solemn ceremony of sacrifice continues day and night