Innocence’s crystal.

Once upon a time every adult was a child. Therefore, at some point we remember child’s purity. People admire the world of childhood as if they are returning to their hometown.

All the time adults are trying to find a certain image that will help to find peace of mind in this cruel world. Perhaps this is a projection of vicarious satisfaction which I look back on as a grown up person.

I love you, I’m sorry, thank you, give me a smile, it’s okay, etc., and I work with an earnest hope that the flowers of the relationship thrown by everyday words will soon bring peace of self-esteem.

Balancing the emotional line opens the way to composure.

It may seem contradictory, but it's homogeneity.

that it's being repeated.

The parts of aesthetic objects form a unified relationship without contradictions in nature or quantity, creating pleasure.

recollections of one's time

The back of my mother, who cooked food carefully, was always my portrait of me.

When I was young, rather than looking like a woman, I thought she was pretty and sincere, but she was one-sided

The presence that carries the weight of an invisible life

It was a sad, lovely object.

When I was young, my interest became a shadow of my mom who was good at cooking at school

I drew a picture in a situation where I had to draw on my own.

The first thing I started drawing was a tulip flower arrangement

When I saw a still life, I fell in love with the color, and I fell in love with the appearance.

If you remember, you don't recognize the act of drawing with that emotion

In the moments of joy that suddenly came, I think I, at a young age, took up the brush without any restrictions or fear.

To me, the praise and awards around me added joy to the act of painting, even though it was not intended or desired.

These were moments when the artist was taken for granted.

The world is not as dreamy or as easy as I think.

I've been living for 47 years and I've never seen anything written on my face

As I go through what I should not go through and what I should not go through early, my life is so young, and my path is blooming and losing repeatedly.

You rebelled against me in the chaotic college days

Raise your hand high

The countless times I looked with my eyes, raised my head, raised my voice, lowered my head

The times when I lost my beloved mother, my father, my new life comforted me, deceived me, left scars, revived in poverty of heart and property, and love screamed and saved in the face of death were the opposite of the times I imagined.

Writing a diary of life like that, I believe that the front and back may not be much different, and that I can find my place if I want to and save it.

Now that I've come to think of it, there's nothing more to it's nothing less.

The times of chaos and trials were covered by happiness and joy

This much can be this much. As soon as I realized that this much could be this much, I was able to move the control level of emotions horizontally.

Emotional rhetoric began to write that way.

My eyes and ears feel and tremble.I had to focus on the echo.

Maybe I'm trying to keep my inner composure

It may be turning the objects into heroes and guardian angels into a new beauty India.

I see the world with a hole in my room.

a space that can be narrow or spacious

The tools of play have different motivations.

It doesn't matter what it is.

This is because we can become the meaning of a new being as we are combined and dismantled.