Somehow I was attracted toward the word "a Planned Happenstance", which is a contradiction. An incident that happened by chance caused a tremendous impact on everyday life, which approached me meaningfully. Last year I stayed near mountains and seas, evading from contacts. The work of transplanting landscapes into canvases shows me in some part. I thought I could find peace from nature's tranquillity, but now its kaleidoscope glimmers before my eyes.

  

Last year I heard of the word "childult". Being of age accompanies a sense of loss. The word eloquently expresses the state of a mind in the boundary where he or she is forced to be an adult despite reluctance to lose an inner child. Unexpected coincidence visits us as today is different from yesterday. Every day does a brilliant inspiration come to an artist. I take out a canvas that I painted without inspiration, which I retouch. The old painting gives some clue for a renewed painting, and from there, meanings come up.