A body and a space cannot exist without each other. A space carries imprints of the past and speaks of the time that has gone away; whereas a body reinterprets the ‘self’ over and over again. When a body meets a space, it consciously but also unconsciously explores the relationship between the ‘self’ and the space. It attempts to locate the reason for its ‘being’ in the endless journey between existence and emptiness.



Everything that I had seen and experienced during my residency in Paris, whether be it contemporary architecture on the street or classical artworks in museums, reminded me of the passing time before my eyes. My sense for the movement of time was measured not by units of seconds, days, or years, but by hundreds and thousands of years and even segments greater than the beginning of humanity’s ‘existence.’ The accumulation of time has made possible the creation of such powerful works. The imageries and imaginations of these works filled every part of my body via my sensory memories. Being at a complex and endless intersection of time and space confused me as to why I existed here. Here at this moment, I was merely a tiny spec in the great flood of time!



I attempted to locate myself in this great flood of time through my work. Perhaps I am merely a passing traveler in the universe, but aren’t all travelers part of time accumulation to factor into what we see and experience today? Weren’t those powerful and great philosophies and art forms built collectively by the passing travelers of this world? I want to seek an answer to why ‘I’ exist ‘here’ through my work. Perhaps I will find the answer, perhaps I never will. Life goes on. It is through the endless process of searching that I am able to find pieces of my own existence.