Rain stops, mist rises, and the path that walks through reality and dream is about toappear.
Water vapor transpires while bit by bit forming into the shape of a deer walkingforward briskly. Its each step turns into a ripple on the ground, undulating outward.Except for the gurgling water, everything is quiet. On the deer’s body flows water,surging and churning as it steps forward. In the water flow, a school of fish swimsalong the rhythm and gradually merges into the deer composed of water, gentlytransforming their shape to return to the nature as one.
I often search for the wonders that jump out of the frame of daily life, desiring to takea look at the unbelievable moments in the cracks of reality. Those indefinable legendsand descriptions are all recorded while I’m half awake. The world reflected in myeyes is full of colorful glitter and ripples of life flow. This feeling of perceivingoneself as part of nature evokes the imagination of the unknown world, and alsonurtures the birth of mythology.
