The "Bucketmen" is an image in my dream. In this dream I saw a group of little people with buckets on their heads gradually descending from the sky. They were chanting, holding clubs and hopping around me. I found myself surrounded by fear, not knowing what to do. In the midst of a panic, I picked up a bucket and put on my head. Suddenly and miraculously, with a bucket covering my face, I could no longer sense the danger ahead. All my fear disappeared, I became very brave. So I joined the march of the bucketmen to explore the world.When I woke up, I came to realize that buketmen are little people inside me. I felt a surge of inspiration and urges to pick up the paintbrush. I created to the first bucketman, then the second, the third ... ... When I found that I could not stop painting, I began to think about a variety of reasons. I suddenly realized that in this series of creative process, in fact, I am exploring the deepest corners in my mind. In this process, I can face myself with honestly, examine my past and look into the future, and I increasingly understand myself in a much intimate way. Through the bucketmen, I understand my own needs, the space, and the limits. Bucketmen endow me with the power to explore, the energy to move forward, and importantly the ability to see what I could not see before. I do not know yet where this will ultimately take me to. I shall, with all humbleness, continue to express my feelings through the paintbrush.
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