"One never reaches home," she said.
"But where paths that have affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time."
Back then, I was always looking for a place where inward permanence possibly lies for me. The yearning had lasted so long to the point the excursion was finally internalized, turning into the main motif in my art; ‘Caress’ is a series of art pieces made in different media, such as acrylic paintings and hand-sewn embroidery, in which rays of light illuminate and radiate the relentless warmth of my will, in the faintest yet firmest way.
dimensions vary, acrylic on linen, 2017-2018
Last Sunday morning, I was about to go to church. But along the way, my mind whispered an invitation to feed the birds instead, and my feet carried me to the small park uphill in town.
Once, I saw a long-haired young man sitting on the bench near the entrance, pigeons crowding his feet, his eyes on a sketching pad at hands. I took a picture of that scene. I sat on the same spot just like he did then. When the birds flocked to be fed, their feathers would brush against my ankles from time to time - such softness evoked something deep down: the fact that one can be touched by other living beings, simply by chance and without intention, is a precious thing.
I could recall how aloof and indifferent the birds were every time I wave goodbye to them. It was one of the most delightful scenarios in life - I was nothing but a food-providing passerby, nothing but a human being making fleeting contacts with Nature.