Integrating fragments of images is similar to sewing pieces of flesh, weaving moments of mind, or intertwining facets of the self. It is an act of violence, with tenderness scattered around.

My method of piecing together an “I” with fragments comes to the in-between space of stillness and movements. When the body keeps still, the mind dances. When the attention is fixed, the body flows. My images always sit in between, searching for a crack in the constructed theatre of power in daily life.

A secret is a spell. Flashing indirect reality sculpted by light and shadow directs the attention toward questionable truth. A breath becomes thunder. Weaved into a net, the images form a looping trap of endless quests for an unknown destination.