As the flower seeds fly in the wind, immigrants set out on their journeys dreaming of the ideal somewhere. They put down roots and stretch out their branches somewhere but the more sincere they are, the more isolated they grow and even sometimes, they are left behind in void.
In recent CHOI’s works, the houses are not drawn as something to settle but they are to flow, float, and drift. The houses or its variant, the islands, represent not only the physical place but also the isolated feeling as if you are drifting among the feeble bondings with others.