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I draw to live. What I've experienced through my art is the realization that humans can't live on bread alone. The actions in my paintings have become the reason for existence in the world. As an artist living in this country, I feel isolated. It's like we're all trapped in a society that's not really a society, and everyone is just trying to survive on their own. Our community is filled with conflict and hate, and even talking about art or the definition of the world feels burdensome. In front of an apartment space that looks like a chicken coop, filled with impersonal traces that aren't artworks or products, people are busy taking pictures of each other, becoming parts of capitalism. You can't find a culture of reflection and criticism anywhere. What does it mean to exist as an artist and a person in a time where abnormality is becoming the norm? My act of drawing was a kind of psychological struggle to survive within the abnormal structure. Abstract and painting have become my life and my everyday. They've settled into my life pattern and style. I feel like thev've become my companions and family. But on the other hand, I'm scared. I wonder if it's becoming a way of life where everyone has to fend for themselves. I want to find out where I came from and where I should go. The social role of an artist. What it means to live as an artist in a society of endless competition tied to capitalism, within us but without us. Whether it's possible to dream of a utopian world in that context. And whether it's possible for modernism, which defines the boundaries of 'us', to be born.