Growth lines of a stone

 

The aesthetics of ‘a stone’, which is focused as the material of my artworks among all things in this world, is that a stone, itself, is getting smaller when it has more accumulations. As the accumulated circular material has gone through over millions of years, it involves uncountable the light, soil, wind and water. I paint the images what a stone makes by standing infinite time and space. And the ‘dots’ represent the alive mosses which mean the new possibilities of huge energy of life from a stone.

 

First God

Weary is my spirit of all there is.

I would not move a hand to create a world

Nor to erase one.

 

I would not live could I but die,

For the weight of aeons is upon me,

And the ceaseless moan of the seas exhausts my sleep.

 

Could I but lose the primal aim

And vanish like a wasted sun;

Could I but strip my divinity of its purpose

And breathe my immortality into space,

 

And be no more;

Could I but be consumed and pass from time’s memory

Into the emptiness of nowhere!