Since the pandemic, I feel like I’ve been walking down a long tunnel without an exit. Depression and hair loss have come from twice locking down and isolating myself from friends and family. We could not live our ordinary life at the beginning but watch the rapidly increasing death toll. People who lost loved ones to death failed to hold a proper funeral or give them farewell. Alternatively, highly developed technology makes people reach each other, but there have been still countless words, truth, and warmth yet to be delivered. I believe we cannot move on unless we confront the folded narratives and unresolved feelings.

During this time, my practice started by exploring and drawing the indescribable state of psychological and physical changes I‘ve experienced. The more I work on it, the more I can involve myself emotionally with other people who suffer from this time somewhere, and it led me to contain their lives and deaths in my work. It was the only way I could endure this time by myself and move on.

The fallen hairs that remind me of the process of life and death and creation and extinction became my materials to create abstract landscape works that convey the scenery of this lost era and ‘bowls of the soul’ for people who died of Covid to give farewell as a shelter for the souls. ‘Undelivered letters’ are hair-stitches on canvas series representing unreached and fallen words, feelings, and memories of people who passed away during this period. There were no exact words that I could translate them into, so I left tiny stitches on canvases. I hope the journey of commemorating people this time and what we’ve been through could be a way to set a new start.