"What disappears, what remains, what comes back."
While working on the landscape, I wondered what sensation would occur on the surface of the landscape I was looking at, and in what sense and how much the result of the action would be maintained when the sensation was converted into a material and became a picture.
Then, while watching my father's funeral process, I experienced the fact that "everything becomes dust" that I had known so far. With this experience, I paid more attention to things that disappear, and my work changes in content and form.
First of all, I started grinding the finished picture. If painting is a surface where temporary senses are reproduced as matter, and if the results disappear, I thought about what would remain on the screen, and these ideas became paradoxical painting, drawing and erasing. As painting was changed with various methodical attempts, the paint disappeared, and the traces of the paintings left behind were sometimes seen as different landscapes like air and waves.
After that, they began to collect picture powders that disappeared in the wind. The powders were mixed with paraffin and cast as bricks, and a wall was built. It is also mixed with plaster to make a small sphere and made into a star in the night sky. The disappearing powders returned to brick walls and stars.
When the surface of the picture is oxidized into powder and disappears, it does not mean a landscape of meaning that attempts to turn everything into nothing. I think it is not the meaning of injustice, but rather an act of looking at the scenery left through absence. And I'm going to reveal and present the possibility, not that nothing disappears, but whether it can be another meaning, or whether returning can be reduced to a new meaning."