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Childhood is memories people hark back to, and its influence is difficult to erase from our subconscious. Through selective memory and processing, their existence becomes more subtle, as though we see ourselves refracted in moving water, and feel ourselves through rational thoughts. Many around me grew up in families with brusque and repressive environments, in which parents never gave children space to vent their emotions. By investigating my own childhood, I realize the influence my family has on me. I am thus able to impartially view the problems inherited from my family and the relationship between my parents.

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I use extreme colors to express pent up emotions, stripped away and added, repression and invasiveness, guarding and searching, piercing and surging, points and arcs are endlessly repeated elements and processes in making ceramics. I remember specific scenes, distilling elements and adding them to the work, giving it a sense of drama.