Whole (2012-2016)

“My father and me worked in a lumberyard. We laid down a huge poplar on the field, and we chopped it up. It fell apart afore our eyes. My sister’s son was four years old when his father died. Every faces of my family expressed the fear of something absent. All of us felt the loneliness, but there was a close bond between us. The wood in pieces seemed like the tragedy of my family. It fell apart like us. The whole never will be entire. Constant farewell and the act of moving on is reflected in childish existence.”

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