Girls Text


She chose everything that influences the creative behaviour that happen twenty years later.

The long-idle grandmother's house has lost its sense of humanly home, filled with the remnants and evidence of past life like a ruin.

Weeds grow at the doorstep, ants live in the corners of the house, and the window frames are filled with soil, frozen in time when the owner was still alive.

I hope that through my work, I can represent my will to enter this space, listen to the stories that happened here in the past, and, with an archaeological spirit and open-reading, let the objects chosen by my grandmother and my work engage in dialogue, interweaving and continuing the family's story together.