Fragmented people, running animals, moving views;

some things, some situations, a series of events.

 

The whale that knows where to return to;

The men who disturb and shout

The horse that escapes in a rush;

The men who live in fear

The hog that owns no weapons

The men who holds machine

The monkeys who move in a group

The man who stays alone in a shop

The tiger that swims to Hong Kong from the north

The men who want to murder

 

Tai Po, Lok Fu, Kowloon City;

North Point, Yuen Long, Yau Ma Tei.

The roof, the road, the classroom and the tunnel

The bent streetlight, the burnt newspaper, and the leaning rubbish bin．

The street is always crowded

with passersby who seem to know each other.

 

These drawings are fragmented and scattered, done casually and quickly.

They are on news that I saw or heard, or people I met.

They are transient views and fictional men. 

They are to record and to express how I feel. 

They are tales and news and fables.

They are there to leave some traces, without much order. 

Hence the title "Fragments"