“It is often difficult to say when I get the original inspiration for a work. An idea will sometimes come to me when I am thinking. At first I might feel that an idea has not yet ripened, but it may return again after several years. A new question could possibly answer another question. These processes happen over and over again, just like the gray dust particles floating in the air: they are colorless and flavorless, like things that don't exist. They are constantly moving along the flow of time, gradually accumulating as I find an appropriate distance between art and my emotions.



Wipe Out Project

A pure white light passes through the skylight of my studio in New York and shines on the walls, blurring the boundaries of the room. The old wood floor is the only clue allowing viewers to grasp the size of the space. My first work, Wipe Out Project suddenly popped into my head.



Whisper –New York

I mentioned to a friend how my use of creative methods in my works, such as rubbings and residues, has changed. I was reminded of a series of self-portraits that I made sixteen years ago. The artistic methods seemed identical at first, but great differences remained in my thinking and my actions. The rubbing marks are by no means an attempt to use an imprint of the body to signify that "I am here." In fact, it signifies wiping away: the elimination of the smells and dust from this space. Nevertheless, something is retained while being wiped away, and the residue becomes the subject woven by space, time, and events.



Confiscating the Boundary – Chelsea, New York

I am at an opening reception at a gallery in Chelsea. The gallery is full of voices. I am in the midst of this space, and the jumbled dialogues are mutually interconnected. I roam about freely, and language immediately becomes a kind of ridiculous space.”