A fleeting glimpse of my life passed through my mind, almost like a montage of memories. I realized how far I’ve come, and how much closer I’ve grown to living naturally, as myself.
I’ve been carried here by so many wonderful connections and circumstances, and today, as I continue my practice as an artist, I finally feel I understand why I paint.
I’ve always felt that seemingly incompatible things could coexist within me.
Whenever I tried to express someone or something through words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was inevitably lost when everything was distilled into a single explanation.
My thinking began with binary, subjective perspectives, like placing individual dots. With each experience and each stage of growth, more dots appeared, and the distances between these contrasting perspectives grew wider.
Through painting and exploring the themes of my projects, I’ve gradually moved beyond duality and learned to embrace the uncertainties, the in-between spaces, and the things that have no clear boundaries.
Perhaps it’s because painting can hold many facets at once, in ways that words alone cannot.
Even as a child, I found it natural to give words and shape to things that others had yet to articulate, even to themselves.
I always imagined that one day I would work in a field centered on conversation and human connection.
Perhaps because I tend to perceive things from multiple perspectives, people have often told me I would make a good counselor. Yet I’ve never actually taken that path.
Now, I wonder if what I had been drawn to all along is finding its expression in another form: through painting.
