BADA
Every existence can become a subject for artwork.
Yet, until it breathes with its own vitality, the artist is endlessly worn down—
just as a rock is shattered by the waves to become grains of sand.
Yet, whenever I pick up my brush, I find myself standing before the sea without fail.
After turning and turning, it is the sea once again.
My sea is not yet over.
My Portfolio
<Being - The Flow of Desire>
