In the vast open fields, I once glimpsed the beauty of blooming flowers, Heard indescribable murmurs that became unforgettable. With longing and pain, I moved slowly forward, crossing the northern seas. In a blink, the origin of this long journey seemed lost.
Lost in the dawn before the storm, I discovered that some things in life were quietly changing direction. Perhaps, we are living more transparently, more authentically.
After releasing this series of works, I am filled with indescribable complex emotions.Perhaps a fragment of the soul has indeed achieved life and will eternally exist. Eventually blossoming into a field of flowers, existing forever.
What's wrong with living willfully?Forget everything. On the island of flowers, it's best to be a happy caterpillar.
