Trails 02 Painting

Trails - the border of a cycle and the memory of an existence - The dried flower left behind by the process of a cycle is the remains of a being which can be easily carried by a soft breeze and weakly broken by a light impact, and whose weight is unrecognizable and whose death is insignificant. Yet, this being still has its trail that will not vanish even after the process of its own eager life has been finished. I imagine the being that will be left after the disappearance of everything else, which I suppose will ultimately be gone. Through the trail of the life that is limitedly left, I also imagine the picture of me - the trail of my existence - that will be left after my death.