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Breathing, breathing, and Prana

It's 4am.m.
There are moments when I can't feel the breathing of life.

As time goes by, the weight of life weighs on the shoulders like a wet cotton blanket.
The process of writing on the canvas is the process of confirming that I exist in this world every moment.
A human presence that is only one point in the chaos of chaos. He ran without a break, breathing hard, but every moment his existence was just a mole of Chalah.
As one old monk said, it is more important to realize yourself than to save the world
It is a process of confirming one's existence through the act of stamping points that are repeated numerous times on the screen.

Where are we right now? Sometimes, I don't feel a sense of existence, so I take a breath and look around. the twilight hours of dawn

Autolank said that the first form of art was an effort to collectively deny the fate of man's death.
Fundamentally, it is said that humans are born with psychological trauma that separates from the womb of the mother, that is, fear of birth. From its birth, a new period of identity, that is, true individualization, begins, and then lives with the fear of losing this identity again, that is, the fear of death.
Creation is an illusion to overcome this fear of death, a healing lie, a lie to live. The process of working is a kind of struggle for me to live my life, and I could find meaning in the word Prana (which means vitality in Sanskrit).
This is a concept similar to the spirit in Chinese philosophy or medicine and acts as a medium between the spirit and the god. Prana is an energy that accepts inside and functions to provide life energy from the chest to breathing. In other words, it's a symbol on the other side of the fear of death.
The repetitive performance process that can clear up confusion is pursuing this Prana energy. The vitality of coincidence and repetition and the obsessive elements in the work are ultimately a strong attachment to life and a process of constantly asking questions about the source of life on their own.

The process of filling the time I have lived on a white canvas, and my present time with countless color points, gives me infinite joy along with the process of patience. The appearance of the work is abstract, but each dot in it means a cell as a minimum unit of life, and it is transformed into an organic shape that forms a relationship between dots and dots and is overlapped, deepened, and ultimately aims for a healing moment.