2003年，在妊娠期間我以將成為人母的心情，對將出世孩子的期盼化為創作。在女性藝術工作者與母親及妻子等多重身分下，對於家、對於創作有了全然不同的體驗與改變，因心境、因空間、因現實生活等因素，我如同一隻不停蛻變的毛毛蟲，在不停的學習與修鍊中，我常常出現自我矛盾的狀態。那樣的感覺常讓我覺得我生病了，往往很快又好了！因為，我沒有時間等待恢復。
當了媽媽之後，我常常想起自己的少女時代，聽著盜版卡帶裡的中森明菜與松田聖子幻想著自己編織的美好青春。手中的畫筆伴著夜半的宿舍微光，沙沙沙的聲音，回想起來跟盛夏的蟬鳴像極了……我不擅長說話，但是我喜歡用畫畫說故事。我用色彩、用不同的材質描述自己與身邊女性友人的內心世界。
In 2003, I transferred the mood of mother-to-be and expectation of my forthcoming child into creations during the pregnancy. Under the multiple roles of female artist, mother, and wife, I had totally different experiences and changes for home and creations because of factors of mood, space, real life and so on. I was like a palmerworm molting ceaselessly. In the continual learning and annealing, self-ambivalence often emerged upon me. It made me feel I was sick but as often as not I recovered very soon, for I had no time to wait for myself to be on my feet.
After being a mother, I usually recall my girlhood: listening to the pirated cassettes of Nakamori Akina and Seiko Matsuda and imagining the wonderful youth hood that I weaved for myself. The paintbrush in my hand with the midnight gleam from the dorm and the crinkle, it was totally like the cicadas in the summer in the reminiscence. I am the person who speaks not fluently, however, I fancy telling the stories with painting. I use colors and diverse textures to describe the inner world of mine, and female friends around me.