“What’s the color of paradise?” “It’s flesh pink.” The bodies in fresh pink are staring at viewers dimly and uneasily, gazing how similar of “La maja desnude" and "La maja vestda". There’s a movie called “Goya en Burdeos"（it’s named“heaven of desire” in Chinese），which shows Goya's later life. Is there any desire in heaven? Goya once said “only rational fantasy is the essence of art “which is wondrously similar as Ge Hui's attitude towards art. It goes beyond the state of any text and pulls two souls in closely from different time and space. It’s end in a flutter dance, in a longstanding meditation, in a desire of fleshliness, and finish in a state that is still called unfinished. It’s like being shrouded in a fuzzy dream.
"Heaven of desire” not only belongs to an outline of bodily symbol, but also belongs to a complex superposition dream. When it breaks on account of overburdened, the figure starts to appear, the savage giant, the inane man and bashful woman, they won’t belong to any class and it’s not a demonstration of any pine or joy. What are they waiting for? It seems that they’ve made a decision of making no conversations anymore. Ge Hui said “everything in dream is very foggy and unstable. It only could be presented in the way of saying in front of the door. It’s like coming back to the original imagination of life.” This is the barbaric growth, the triumph of freedom and the great ignorance. This is the instinctive way to speak, to create. This is paradise.