The women in my paintings are always beautiful, either vulgar, gorgeous, or elegant. But they can't help but repeat the wrong story and the wrong ending.
The Three Souls series, with three short stories, tells the story of three beautiful and lonely souls that bloomed in the world, so that all the red spots turned to ashes.
There was wine and singing, and the warmth she stretched out her hand to touch was, in the end, just a desolate illusion.
Life is illusion.
Ruby. Ying Ning. Liancheng. They are both names in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but they only borrow their skin, not their soul.
In the deja vu soul, maybe for a moment, it is your reflection.
The palpitation involved in that line of text is me using desolate brushstrokes to touch you through your bones.
——By Sanfen Cheran
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