Always unconsciously, we are destroying something with our own hands. For example, when I see a beautifully shaped spider web stretched across a window that I rarely open, glistening and shimmering in the soft sunlight, I feel that it is beautiful, but I gently destroy it in my rational mind. Beautiful things are destroyed on another level, whether they are beautiful or not, necessary or unnecessary. I devote myself to creating "beautiful things," yet when I destroy them, I become merciless. I made paintings of ambiguous feelings of dichotomy. In the painting, she is staring straight into my eyes, her cheeks against the destruction of a beautiful planet.
