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I grew up on the campus of a beautiful, peaceful school on the outskirts of Beijing. When I was a young teenager, I would walk to a vast stretch of countryside about 20 minutes away from my home. I loved to sit on a big block of concrete, face the sunset, and meditate. The rice seedlings were reflected clearly in the rice paddies. At the end of the fields, the silhouette of a factory’s enclosure occupied the whole horizon. Its wall blocked my vision, and I would endlessly imagine what was on the other side of it.
Reflecting the brilliance of sunset, an enormous cloud could always be seen beyond the wall. I would become immersed in the magnificence of the cloud’s continual metamorphosis, the boundlessness of the sky, and the splendor of the sunset. I dreamt of what was on the other side of the wall. In my mind's eye, it was as dramatic and meaningful as the worlds I was learning of in history and literature classes. As I imagined these places, I experienced deep emotions and felt the infinity of time. All of my senses would be stimulated to feel the complexity and grandeur of the world.
In my art, I strive to interpret the world with this kind of comprehensive communication that employs the body, mind and spirit.- Honglei Li, Massachusetts. 2007