Chow Kwan Long, 周鈞朗
We are all stuck in this cramped and suffocating space.
We feel restless, and crave for escape. Melancholy has morphed into distortion.
The emotions projected into my art changed, as I kept on drawing, being influenced by incidents that happened throughout the year.
I am powerless to change the reality. The only thing I can do is to vent my emotions into my drawings.