Growing up I learned to survive while being alone. Humans are delicate and no one taught me how to live after losing a loved one. But a wise man said, "He is not dead. Only his shell is dead and his soul will always be with you." I started to seek answers from objects, questioning what I see. Being alone might seem sad, but I was allowed to think freely in those moments.

 

Toilet Paper Forest is my exploration seeking a space of wonder and play. I sometimes lock myself in the bathroom, perhaps to escape from something or to enter into something. I look at the water drops on shower curtain and imagine them floating upward. Toilet paper rolls absorb and listen to my long stream of random thoughts. The subtle movement of toilet paper in silent space in my imagination becomes so immense and playful. I find small happiness from projecting my unconsciousness onto my object, giving it a secret soul. Starting from an ordinary object, I seek extraordinary experience.

 

Like a rabbit hole. I fall.