In the last summer of the 80s, with fireworks booming in the midnight, I took with me a Certificate of Good Conduct and left the art academy where I had studied for four years.
I knew I could not bear the sufferings of Van Gogh and did not want to die at an early age like him. I saw Gauguin weaving his hands to me from a pleasure island…

“Market Research, Customer Analysis, Design Development, Manufacturing, Quality Control, Incoming Quality Control, Process Control, Product Inspection, ISO9001, ISO14000, Allowance For Doubtful Accounts, Deferred Charges, Back Door Listing, Shareholders Meeting, Seasoned Equity Offering…” all these terms took the place of “art” to become my daily words…

When I saw every product I designed shining the the fireworks in the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, and sparkling the redness of the soaring price of the stock shares I hold, I know I can retire…

“Drive away the captain! Let me fly freely!” The thought came to me many times when I am seated in the plane looking out of the window…

Flying might be doomed to be my own art form. An art academy without a Department of Aviation is not a good one.

Hahaha!