The idea of this series came from a mix of influences and interests such as Japanese woodblock prints, Japanese writers such as Junichi Watanabe and books on pyschology that I have been reading and I chose linocut as my primary medium because the contrast between black and white really resembles the division between awakefulness and dreams. 

Everything is originated from my dreams, which mirror my life. Things that cannot be realized during the day can become true in my dreams. The entrance to the realm of dreams is the mirror, the mirror at home. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my refletion that seemed at times real and unreal. Touching the rim of the mirror feels as if I opened a window.  There seemed to be nothing in the mirror, like a vast field of void but I could not control myself but sinking deeper and deeper into the mirror, from head to toe, drawing by an unnamable power through the entrance. 

Inundated in the space of the mirror, I felt swift changes around me but there was no feeling of discomfort or surprise. In between blinks of the eyes, surrounded by the tenderness of water, I couldn’t utter a word of rescue. 

I often dreamed of daily trivia, compact schedules of painting classes and my grandfather’s sickness. I did not wish to wake up from these dreams until I opened my eyes again and found myself on a nameless island. There was no pain on that island. Everything was beautiful and peaceful. The island started to rise slowly, leaving the surface of water far under. When I looked up, I saw the window through which I just come from. It was just quietly sitting up there. It was me that went further and further away from reality.