“Zheng Chi was once a hot-tempered artist, as implied in her Chinese name [Note: Chi meaning Swift]. Her paintings used to be big and wild. Now she is quite settled, painting her own dreams meticulously. There are black horses, twisted flowers, fairy-like girls, as well as gathered dark clouds. These symbols show that she is still somewhere distant, longing for moving landscapes.
I always hold that art is not only a profession, but also a religion. Life is driven by time. We can never return to childhood and use “what if…”. We have to accept what life forces onto us. In art, however, we can revive our childhood with these little canvases and retake the old road. Only this time, we can avoid the path of thorns. We can see Zheng Chi herself in her paintings, in her own path. The winding path is designated by flowers. Through it is dark, it belongs to dreams, with overhead clouds. As her friends, we will take the bypasses, for this bypasses, for this surreal road only belongs to Zheng Chi.”
— He Duoling
2012