Memory- Iris for Father, 2003

​My father died  of cancer in the second day of the Spring Festival in 2003. I was living in a bangalow in campus of university in the suburb of Beijing, with a desolate garden around. With the coming spring, there are prosperous flowers ​dotted weeds. A few of iris blossom at the corner, I took some  inside the bottle to paint - the purple infloresence being silent with dignity, I want to present to father - To bless him be well in the other world. 

I painted silently in the inner space, only the iris, painting and me, with the prosperous garden outside. The iris withered fast, and I took two pieces of small size canvas to record its transient life. 

Beauty always transient. I wish love be permanent to bless father and me to companion with eachother in the differnent worlds.