YANG Liming’s works are “read” as books full of running lines. Those lines are his writings of personal stories. Every story takes time to be created. And it is not just the time utilized by Yang Liming while he paints. It is the time occupied by the observer as well. It is time to approach and comprehend those writings. This is because those lines are now not just lines. They are EKG lines, lines of heart beating, lines of life. Yang Liming is so absorbed into those lines that he spends whole quasi-eternity dimensioning them. Or perhaps it would be better and truer to say that those writings are dimensioning Yang Liming. He is merely following their dictation and searches for their final arrangement deep down in the cosmos of dark moods and feels dwelling on his paintings.