Seriously, pictures are harder to find or produce, I have not transfer my old data here yet. To give credit to the photographer who shot this, I have to give an extra comment here.....Wonderful. I have been searching, wondering for myself.....what kind of a style am i , what kind of style my thoughts reflect, those visions, the images....the moves. I wonder how i could put them into words........and hence again, I proved that the words out of my mouth are formed from pictures. You have to see it to understand, see it to believe. Well, I would now describe my style of .....arts or philosophy to be rather pale from the colour......silent......with a little bit of instrumental melody in the background. It is a combination and also contrast between idealism and realism....playing back and forth.....while laying them on a romantic surface cast from the element of fantasy and charm.........while could be rather abstract filling with deep passion. So, what the hell is that. I mean after piles of explanations......I guess...wait till you see it, then you might know. For now, it could just mean emptiness. Well, the image formed in my mind could be..." you hold the ground.....touches the grass......you felt its swiftness as the wind brushes in and out... everything is grey...time is slowly following....you look up and see the world is splitted into the greyish green and white, time changes back to normal as a distant man knocks straight down while a shot is being sound. Again, you have to see it, imagine it. When you starts to hear the sounds in the silence......or feel the touch when feeling numb. You started to see beyond the bracket of your eyes......You won't need to open to vision, not anymore. That is my philosophy