‘La forma Della voce’, Collections by Palazzo 
Bellini, Italy (2025, with pianist Raidriar Chen)
‘La forma della voce’
This series embodies a synesthetic translation of modern piano repertoire, where chromatic and structural interpretations reveal the imagined landscapes 
composers intend for listeners. My practice navigates the liminal space between auditory and visual expression. 
Olivier Messiaen's theological meditations on nature demand sacred restraint—conveyed through traditional techniques that echo liturgical solemnity. Conversely, 
George Crumb's cosmic vocabulary invites radical deconstruction: mathematical analysis of linear-curvilinear forms births avant-garde visual syntax. 
Five compositional philosophies converge: Caroline Shaw's temporal dialogues (past/present), Messiaen's transcendent symbiosis (nature/faith), Holst's astral 
resonances (cosmic interconnections), Crumb's celestial psychology (planets/psyche), and Ge Ganru's surrealist narratives of societal metamorphosis (history/
humanity). Together, they form a century-spanning cultural symphony materialized in pigment.
Catalogue d’oiseaux Book I II. Le Loriot
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Size:50cm*60cm
Music by Olivier Messiaen

作品忠于作曲家梅西安本人对场景的幻想:

六月末的黎明,拂晓的五点三十。待升的旭日,似为弥漫的雾霭宛如是为这片绯红铺展的绸缎。鸟鸣在林间四散,然而安谧的青碧湖水,才是千声之脉。清晨的光辉,如未识星辰上的七彩虹影,隐现于薄霭,恍如列奥纳多的微笑般带着含蓄蕴满无尽的希冀,绵延的金色记忆在光影中铺陈,犹如镀金般闪耀,又万物俱隐…

The painting demonstrates the composer’s descriptions for the scene:

At the dawn of late June, at half past five. The rising sun, seemingly awaited by the lingering mist, spreads across the sky like a silk tapestry of crimson. Birds sing scattered throughout the forest, yet it is the tranquil azure lake that holds the pulse of a thousand voices. The morning light, like the rainbow hues of an undiscovered star, flickers through the mist, reminiscent of Leonardo's smile, subtle yet brimming with endless hope. The golden memories stretch out in the play of light and shadow, shimmering as if gilded, while all else fades into quietude…