For me, Urban Organic is poetry in motion. It is the visual flow of everyday life and the non-stop circulation of public emotions and feelings within the modern city. Like rivers and streams, everyone moves in the same direction, whether they are driving, walking, biking, or being born or dying. These lines intersect and then trisect infinitely. There is also a conspicuous blur between individual and public energy because both are shaped by the same organic and industrial forces. At dusk, street lights go on, cars disappear and people go to sleep. Then at dawn, the process reverses itself. Like sets of stanzas within a poem, I try to capture these infinite cycles of artificial harmony and chaos within my painting.