This is an old canvas from the 1970s. I called it the painter’s eye. You can see the mountains in the background. Their landscape is monochrome. The small figure of the painter is on the edge of the canvas, almost out of the landscape. He is in the darkness—that is, the mystery where all colors are formed. And he is also outside of his eye. His eye looks at the mountains, and red rays light up the darkness. His eye is like a polychromatic bubble that brings colors to life. Because in reality, everything is gray. Only light and the one who sees it knows what mountains and life experiences are made of.

The mountains are all gray. On the edge of the painting, I drew a very small painter. He is in the dark, where there is no color. His eye is like a magic bubble that lights up the darkness with red rays. This light shows that even if everything seems gray, it's the eye that looks that can give color to the mountains. No matter what happens, whether happy or sad, it is how we choose to see that makes things beautiful and full of colors.