For a long time, I have conducted much experimental work in my life to reveal the unconscious functions
, the root of mental activity.
To fulfill the meaning of life and the purpose of visual art I believed it was, I corroded myself to the point where the breathing holes of my soul were blocked, and I wanted to give up futile actions.
One day, lying on the sandy beach looking up at the sky, right in front of my face, right in front of me, a fresh and soft atmosphere touched me, as if I were breathing for the first time since birth.
A living feeling given without searching, why did I search for myself as if I were killing myself...
Within a deep breath, existing in a harmonious flow with the universe, I am revealed as this very thing, with no separate meaning or purpose.
For so many years, tears have flowed from my foolishness.—With the regret of the one who has hemen's desire to find what is right here, and the joy of new encounters...
Even if you hear the sound of leaves rolling, you cannot hear the sound of the vast earth turning; you try to see but cannot see them, no matter how you try to know, you cannot know. All those great living truths, which you could not even reveal even if you tried to reveal them, are unfolding before me in a clear, unhidden form!
At its smallest size, it is about the size of a speck of dust, and at its size, it can cover the universe. Observing the mysterious workings of the human mind that can cover the universe, over the past few years, I have befriended the sea, waves, sky, wind, clouds, trees, and grass, using nature as a textbook, harmonizing the mirror of the heart on the grain of the trees to create my works.
Mirrors have long been called a metaphor for our minds.
Unless some boundary is reflected in the mirror, it is absolute emptiness without time or space. Our minds are the same; they only tremble with the circumstances that arise, originally empty, but cry and laugh due to attachment and preconceived discrimination.
We know that the image in the mirror is an illusion, but we do not realize that the delusions that arise in our minds are the same, so it is not easy to calm the mind.
With the hope of grasping all my feelings that are dragged out and listening to my inner voice, I want to portray the clearest, most transparent, and most tranquil world in the world.
We East Asians have long had a common awareness of gi.
All things possess
their own Aura, that is, qi, and this work began to express this. It is a message of nature flowing down through
the tree's rings. As a result, as you step out along the hardened creviced path, you discover
a magnificent and magnificent natural epic poem written by a giant tree that has carried the energy of the universe through many years
, with the joy and endurance it has endured. I simply follow the natural order written in each line.
In my works, I have used mirrors—metaphors for the mind—in various ways.