Tear and water

是的, 是有一點點出錯了.. 可是卻說不出是什麼...
跑回家沖了一個熱水涼...拉開浴簾, 卻看見了自己紅腫的雙眼...
是的, 我坐在浴缸裡哭了很久很久...
可是一點也感覺不到滑下來的淚水...
已經很久很久沒有哭了...
我承諾自己要堅強一點...

If Art is all about Loving, Knowing and Doing..
Why I love it tenderly, know it deeply, but couldn't do it well?
Who is the one who says it as Good? If I'm the one, what could I do when I don't feel myself Good?
How much do I love it? What is the passion inside my heart? Where does the inspiration come from?
If it's all about the innate talent and creativity, what should I do if I feel they're not sufficient, or even not existed?Why would I choose to live such a life?
If it's because to make my own one more meaningful, delightful and valuable, why it is such a tough and harsh process?
If it's beause I want to live alive, why would it drive me crazy and feeling empty?
Why couldn't I find the answer at the time I'm making Art?
I know nothing other than keep doing, trying and falling.
Yes, I couldn't help myself falling in love with it.
Yes, please hold me tight, and love me as much as I do.