cell Drawing

For me, soil is a language. The soil records the language of the hand expressed through deep thinking. Perhaps that's why it's like a diary. I accept the appropriate pressure I press and express it more accurately than I say. Therefore, it is very comfortable for me to express my language with soil. I'm talking about life. Through the past works, the cycle, will, and win-win through relationships. Now the exploration has stayed in cells. The process of cell life, deposition, and regeneration is the same as a person's life. Cells come together to form an organ. And they wriggle and stick to their roles. I want to talk about a small and precious life rather than expressing the meaning of something huge or great. Cells are essentially small, but one day they can be huge and great. I think that's life and that's us. I think it is death that is stationary, and life that moves. So I hope the works are moving anytime, anywhere.